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 Seoul.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Mo-Dettes to the crunk 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Evens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Green,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Gang Dance,
David Axelrod,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cheater Slicks,
Rod Modell,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Das Ding,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fear,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roy Ayers,
Moby Grape,
The Music Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fire Engines,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Bananas,
Parry Music,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deadbeat,
Graham Central Station,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Standells,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wally Richardson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sister Nancy,
Yazoo,
Fat Boys,
June Days,
Banda Bassotti,
New Age Steppers,
U.S. Maple,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Television Personalities,
Wolf Eyes,
Faraquet,
Mad Mike,
The Sonics,
Magma,
Minny Pops,
Moebius,
The Fall,
Tres Demented,
Intrusion,
Scan 7,
Severed Heads,
Cybotron,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.