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 Haiti and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 The Knickerbockers to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Masters at Work,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Average White Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Monks,
Suicide,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chris Corsano,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Maleditus Sound,
Darondo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Babytalk,
Agent Orange,
Infiniti,
10cc,
Skaos,
Nas,
the Human League,
Joy Division,
Bauhaus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Neon Judgement,
Dave Gahan,
Letta Mbulu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Seeds,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Max Romeo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blancmange,
Flipper,
Sight & Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Jeff Mills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Kinks,
Theoretical Girls,
L. Decosne,
Black Bananas,
Monolake,
The Dead C,
U.S. Maple,
Surgeon,
cv313,
Leonard Cohen,
Porter Ricks,
Danielle Patucci,
Metal Thangz,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Moleskins,
Lower 48,
E-Dancer,
Agitation Free,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.