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 Zambia and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Echospace,
The Standells,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
FM Einheit,
Duran Duran,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tom Boy,
Spoonie Gee,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alice Coltrane,
Metal Thangz,
Severed Heads,
Lungfish,
The Residents,
The Saints,
Man Parrish,
Marc Almond,
Marine Girls,
The Remains,
Reuben Wilson,
10cc,
Sällskapet,
Make Up,
The Sonics,
the Bar-Kays,
Derrick May,
Bob Dylan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sarah Menescal,
Ituana,
The Tremeloes,
Bluetip,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gap Band,
Easy Going,
Josef K,
Yazoo,
Rakim,
The Invisible,
Junior Murvin,
The Moleskins,
Hardrive,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Starr,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pantytec,
Index,
John Cale,
Accadde A,
Soul Sonic Force,
Matthew Halsall,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dave Clark Five,
Archie Shepp,
Jeff Lynne,
Dennis Brown,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.