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 Indonesia and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Harmonia to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Bang On A Can,
Slave,
L. Decosne,
Cameo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gladiators,
Cybotron,
Chris Corsano,
JFA,
Au Pairs,
Joyce Sims,
Ossler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Steve Hackett,
Joy Division,
Ice-T,
X-Ray Spex,
Soft Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Make Up,
Pere Ubu,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare,
AZ,
Zero Boys,
ABC,
The Litter,
Janne Schatter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Gang Dance,
Royal Trux,
Chrome,
Neil Young,
The Human League,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Human League,
Pussy Galore,
DJ Sneak,
FM Einheit,
This Heat,
Sandy B,
Ultra Naté,
Rapeman,
Fear,
Aural Exciters,
Tubeway Army,
Yaz,
Alison Limerick,
Swans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Moody Blues,
Kerrie Biddell,
Funky Four + One,
Toni Rubio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Loose Ends,
Pylon,
Malaria!,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.