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 Peru and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Minnie Riperton to the electroclash 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Procol Harum,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bizarre Inc.,
H. Thieme,
10cc,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Grass Roots,
The United States of America,
Q and Not U,
Talk Talk,
FM Einheit,
Minutemen,
Minny Pops,
The Trojans,
Anakelly,
Scientists,
Delon & Dalcan,
Isaac Hayes,
Stetsasonic,
Accadde A,
Boredoms,
The Fugs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Leonard Cohen,
Smog,
Goldenarms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Royal Trux,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-101,
Lower 48,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lindisfarne,
The Birthday Party,
Zero Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Infiniti,
The Count Five,
Young Marble Giants,
The Selecter,
Shuggie Otis,
Agitation Free,
Nas,
the Association,
Max Romeo,
Amazonics,
Bobby Sherman,
Animal Collective,
Bauhaus,
Chris Corsano,
Roxette,
Can,
Colin Newman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gastr Del Sol,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kayak,
La Düsseldorf,
Aaron Thompson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.