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 Netherlands and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Davy DMX to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Faraquet,
Fear,
Bauhaus,
X-Ray Spex,
Agitation Free,
Inner City,
Sun City Girls,
The Seeds,
The Gap Band,
The Mummies,
AZ,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ponytail,
Intrusion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Davy DMX,
Das Ding,
UT,
DNA,
Oblivians,
Aloha Tigers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stereo Dub,
Scratch Acid,
Panda Bear,
Essential Logic,
Eden Ahbez,
Thee Headcoats,
Circle Jerks,
The Count Five,
Stiv Bators,
Ten City,
Tommy Roe,
Con Funk Shun,
Fugazi,
Dawn Penn,
Organ,
CMW,
Newcleus,
The Monochrome Set,
Nirvana,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dark Day,
The Blues Magoos,
Radiohead,
Minutemen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Matthew Bourne,
Cybotron,
Bobby Byrd,
Tears for Fears,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Half Japanese,
Fluxion,
Masters at Work,
Scion,
Robert Görl,
Kas Product,
Alphaville,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.