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 Germany and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eden Ahbez to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Tears for Fears,
Arcadia,
Sällskapet,
The Offenders,
Mandrill,
Lucky Dragons,
Symarip,
Little Man,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Parry Music,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pere Ubu,
Tres Demented,
Siglo XX,
Sister Nancy,
Aloha Tigers,
Amon Düül,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Enemy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Desert Stars,
Lyres,
Pagans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deadbeat,
Crash Course in Science,
The Zeros,
Aaron Thompson,
Patti Smith,
Icehouse,
F. McDonald,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soft Machine,
Mantronix,
Loose Ends,
Eurythmics,
Duran Duran,
Ten City,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bauhaus,
Can,
Johnny Clarke,
Livin' Joy,
Country Teasers,
Neu!,
Soul II Soul,
Outsiders,
Gong,
Echospace,
The Martian,
Derrick May,
The Moleskins,
Deakin,
Rufus Thomas,
The Real Kids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.