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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Stockholm Monsters to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
T. Rex,
Buzzcocks,
Carl Craig,
Quantec,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cramps,
Pantytec,
Lalo Schifrin,
Silicon Teens,
Youth Brigade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yellowson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Q and Not U,
Monolake,
Accadde A,
Brass Construction,
La Düsseldorf,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Toni Rubio,
Clear Light,
Nico,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neil Young,
Gabor Szabo,
Pulsallama,
Laurel Aitken,
The Neon Judgement,
Donny Hathaway,
The Grass Roots,
Deadbeat,
Kaleidoscope,
L. Decosne,
Icehouse,
ABBA,
Peter and Kerry,
Talk Talk,
Magma,
Radiohead,
Andrew Hill,
Chrome,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mantronix,
T.S.O.L.,
Quando Quango,
The Cure,
The Monks,
Fatback Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Loose Ends,
Excepter,
Danielle Patucci,
Sound Behaviour,
Byron Stingily,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.