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 Zambia and from Calgary.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 The Dirtbombs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Offenders,
Masters at Work,
The Modern Lovers,
Al Stewart,
Slick Rick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sonic Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Lynne,
Aswad,
Symarip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wire,
The Smoke,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Television Personalities,
Man Eating Sloth,
Liliput,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang of Four,
Howard Jones,
Half Japanese,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dead C,
Cymande,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sound,
X-101,
Dawn Penn,
Silicon Teens,
Sister Nancy,
Kenny Larkin,
Patti Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Shoche,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hashim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Glenn Branca,
Ponytail,
Vladislav Delay,
The Move,
PIL,
Steve Hackett,
Scrapy,
Sun City Girls,
The New Christs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Newcleus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Con Funk Shun,
Joe Smooth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Music Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Association,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fall,
One Last Wish,
ABC,
Basic Channel,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.