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 Iran and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Bronski Beat,
Television,
Q65,
Depeche Mode,
Inner City,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yazoo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tim Buckley,
Duran Duran,
JFA,
Spoonie Gee,
Pantaleimon,
The Electric Prunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deakin,
Charles Mingus,
Ultra Naté,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minutemen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fire Engines,
Nik Kershaw,
Rekid,
Crooked Eye,
Marine Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Main Source,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cecil Taylor,
Minny Pops,
Circle Jerks,
Country Teasers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Buckinghams,
Amazonics,
Buzzcocks,
Ornette Coleman,
Scion,
The Saints,
Black Moon,
These Immortal Souls,
Television Personalities,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Panda Bear,
Quantec,
Absolute Body Control,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cluster,
Joe Smooth,
Soft Cell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.