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 Benin and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Royal Trux to the disco 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Bootsy Collins,
X-102,
Robert Görl,
Aural Exciters,
Peter and Kerry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Darondo,
The Martian,
Hardrive,
DJ Sneak,
Roxette,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dawn Penn,
Scott Walker,
The Sonics,
Arcadia,
Lucky Dragons,
The Red Krayola,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Flipper,
Stereo Dub,
Kas Product,
The Fortunes,
Loose Ends,
The United States of America,
Procol Harum,
The Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kayak,
Tom Boy,
Mr. Review,
Cheater Slicks,
The Young Rascals,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cybotron,
Terry Callier,
The Names,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Buckinghams,
Steve Hackett,
The Evens,
Tubeway Army,
Pere Ubu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Los Fastidios,
The Black Dice,
Ossler,
Wire,
Lower 48,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Drexciya,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fuzztones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.