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 Niger and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crispian St. Peters to the crunk 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Dark Day,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cowsills,
Neu!,
ABBA,
The Doors,
Moss Icon,
Gang of Four,
Masters at Work,
K-Klass,
Lou Christie,
Arab on Radar,
Reagan Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
New Order,
Scratch Acid,
The Music Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
La Düsseldorf,
The American Breed,
the Fania All-Stars,
One Last Wish,
Rapeman,
Duran Duran,
Kool Moe Dee,
Underground Resistance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blancmange,
Groovy Waters,
Au Pairs,
Pantytec,
The Dead C,
Colin Newman,
Sarah Menescal,
Ten City,
The Remains,
Boz Scaggs,
Jandek,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Grass Roots,
The Move,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mission of Burma,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skarface,
The Buckinghams,
Amon Düül,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Modern Lovers,
Josef K,
10cc,
Livin' Joy,
Television Personalities,
The Associates,
Porter Ricks,
Faust,
Babytalk,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.