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 Vanuatu and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Technova to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
The Vogues,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Negative Approach,
Scrapy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nas,
Faust,
Soulsonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
Monks,
Black Moon,
Blancmange,
The Red Krayola,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Shoche,
T.S.O.L.,
Malaria!,
Brothers Johnson,
Bang On A Can,
Excepter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eden Ahbez,
Davy DMX,
The Durutti Column,
MDC,
Livin' Joy,
Slave,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Procol Harum,
Symarip,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David Axelrod,
The American Breed,
Toni Rubio,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Index,
The Young Rascals,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Heaven 17,
The Human League,
Jeff Lynne,
Darondo,
Q65,
Technova,
The Wake,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Smiths,
Cecil Taylor,
Lalann,
Fat Boys,
Bill Near,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Zero Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Pylon,
Minor Threat,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.