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 Oman and from Toronto.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 grunge 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Boredoms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Suburban Knight,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rapeman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Slave,
The Gun Club,
Morten Harket,
Mission of Burma,
Sexual Harrassment,
Todd Terry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scott Walker,
Pylon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Main Source,
Inner City,
Erasure,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Invisible,
Duran Duran,
Hashim,
Marc Almond,
The Seeds,
Nick Fraelich,
Rufus Thomas,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Durutti Column,
The Mojo Men,
Marine Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Lindisfarne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The New Christs,
Fear,
CMW,
Black Sheep,
Gastr Del Sol,
Reagan Youth,
Ice-T,
Thompson Twins,
Todd Rundgren,
Radiopuhelimet,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Sherman,
The Zeros,
Sam Rivers,
Quadrant,
Saccharine Trust,
Quando Quango,
These Immortal Souls,
Desert Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Normal,
Basic Channel,
The Five Americans,
Marmalade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.