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 Jordan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Youth Brigade to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Joyce Sims,
Marcia Griffiths,
Theoretical Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David Bowie,
Eddi Front,
Circle Jerks,
Joy Division,
Lower 48,
Wasted Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pierre Henry,
Pussy Galore,
Kerri Chandler,
Intrusion,
Kas Product,
Hot Snakes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fela Kuti,
Ohio Players,
Nico,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Liaisons Dangereuses,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Modern Lovers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rites of Spring,
Junior Murvin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
CMW,
Depeche Mode,
Lakeside,
Rufus Thomas,
Angry Samoans,
John Coltrane,
Khruangbin,
The Divine Comedy,
FM Einheit,
Traffic Nightmare,
Spandau Ballet,
Lalann,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sex Pistols,
Dead Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Delta 5,
Q and Not U,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-Ray Spex,
The Music Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
Livin' Joy,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Fraelich,
Spoonie Gee,
Juan Atkins,
Brass Construction,
Sun City Girls,
Harmonia,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.