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 Ethiopia and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sound to the electroclash 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
The Beau Brummels,
Alice Coltrane,
Depeche Mode,
The Monochrome Set,
The Electric Prunes,
Iggy Pop,
Au Pairs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Womack,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harry Pussy,
Barbara Tucker,
Mad Mike,
Pet Shop Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Index,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rapeman,
R.M.O.,
Brothers Johnson,
Bush Tetras,
B.T. Express,
the Association,
David Bowie,
the Germs,
Michelle Simonal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skarface,
Lou Reed,
Neu!,
Ludus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Frankie Knuckles,
T.S.O.L.,
Scientists,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maleditus Sound,
Niagra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bill Near,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erykah Badu,
X-102,
Slick Rick,
Darondo,
Soft Cell,
Deadbeat,
Brick,
Warren Ellis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Funky Four + One,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Associates,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Unrelated Segments,
X-101,
The Standells,
Swell Maps,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.