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 Iraq and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Urselle to the jazz 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Silicon Teens,
Absolute Body Control,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wire,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Holt,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Moleskins,
Interpol,
The Evens,
Cluster,
Radio Birdman,
Gichy Dan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gun Club,
Cameo,
Tres Demented,
The Angels of Light,
Albert Ayler,
Yusef Lateef,
Ponytail,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harmonia,
Country Teasers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Stooges,
Harry Pussy,
The Invisible,
Theoretical Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Simply Red,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Groovy Waters,
Peter & Gordon,
The Residents,
The Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Suburban Knight,
Nirvana,
Nico,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dave Gahan,
Ten City,
Jacob Miller,
Boredoms,
Davy DMX,
The United States of America,
New Order,
Erasure,
Sarah Menescal,
Alphaville,
Lucky Dragons,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Derrick May,
Radiohead,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.