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 Ukraine and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 The Monks to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gichy Dan,
The Five Americans,
Quando Quango,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barbara Tucker,
Panda Bear,
Funkadelic,
Jacob Miller,
X-102,
Absolute Body Control,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Terry Callier,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pantaleimon,
Visage,
Bobby Womack,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arab on Radar,
Eric Dolphy,
Sam Rivers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Urselle,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doors,
The Cowsills,
Eve St. Jones,
Suburban Knight,
Main Source,
Essential Logic,
New Age Steppers,
Chris Corsano,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sound Behaviour,
The Associates,
Matthew Bourne,
Section 25,
Davy DMX,
Talk Talk,
Jawbox,
Rites of Spring,
Au Pairs,
Black Bananas,
Malaria!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David Bowie,
Masters at Work,
Sun Ra,
Pantytec,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Darondo,
Fear,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Man Parrish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Steve Hackett,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.