Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Finland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sonic Youth to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Inner City,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camberwell Now,
Jeff Mills,
The Divine Comedy,
Fat Boys,
Drexciya,
Audionom,
Chris & Cosey,
Deakin,
Quando Quango,
Soul II Soul,
Neu!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Metal Thangz,
Hoover,
X-101,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Danielle Patucci,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gun Club,
The Toasters,
the Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Franke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mad Mike,
Scan 7,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barry Ungar,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Raincoats,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rufus Thomas,
Severed Heads,
Technova,
Nas,
Godley & Creme,
DNA,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jacob Miller,
Sonny Sharrock,
New Order,
Lou Christie,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blancmange,
Johnny Clarke,
Nirvana,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
H. Thieme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Byrd,
Aural Exciters,
The Techniques,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.