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 Namibia and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 David Axelrod to the disco 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cure,
The Grass Roots,
Royal Trux,
Curtis Mayfield,
T. Rex,
The Skatalites,
Lungfish,
Slick Rick,
Alphaville,
Bobby Hutcherson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed,
Glambeats Corp.,
Von Mondo,
Grauzone,
Godley & Creme,
Junior Murvin,
Roy Ayers,
Tim Buckley,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rod Modell,
Davy DMX,
Josef K,
Mandrill,
Icehouse,
Ossler,
Silicon Teens,
Glenn Branca,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultravox,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kevin Saunderson,
The New Christs,
Das Ding,
Tommy Roe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terry Callier,
Banda Bassotti,
Kaleidoscope,
The Music Machine,
Alison Limerick,
Connie Case,
The Pop Group,
Duran Duran,
Blancmange,
The Motions,
the Sonics,
Ken Boothe,
JFA,
Ituana,
Yaz,
Rites of Spring,
Fat Boys,
David Bowie,
Roxette,
Arthur Verocai,
The Moleskins,
Panda Bear,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.