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 Belgium 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
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 Holger Czukay 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 Ralphi Rosario to the funk 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Goldenarms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gabor Szabo,
Franke,
Albert Ayler,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Von Mondo,
The Gories,
Severed Heads,
Chris & Cosey,
Theoretical Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
New Order,
Erasure,
Monolake,
Deakin,
Schoolly D,
The Moleskins,
Ice-T,
Shoche,
Banda Bassotti,
R.M.O.,
The Invisible,
Lungfish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roxy Music,
Rotary Connection,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
B.T. Express,
Susan Cadogan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Normal,
The Slackers,
Khruangbin,
Depeche Mode,
Danielle Patucci,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jandek,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Sheep,
Hashim,
A Certain Ratio,
the Association,
The Star Department,
Idris Muhammad,
Byron Stingily,
Livin' Joy,
The Smiths,
Jawbox,
Faraquet,
Unrelated Segments,
Tres Demented,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yellowson,
Joy Division,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.