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 Angola and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Delon & Dalcan to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Bauhaus,
Thompson Twins,
Brass Construction,
Glenn Branca,
Swell Maps,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bizarre Inc.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sparks,
Jawbox,
Make Up,
Derrick May,
MDC,
Darondo,
the Germs,
Andrew Hill,
The Walker Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Massinfluence,
David Axelrod,
The Standells,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brick,
Matthew Bourne,
Arcadia,
B.T. Express,
The Birthday Party,
Cecil Taylor,
OOIOO,
Camberwell Now,
John Coltrane,
Subhumans,
The Divine Comedy,
Crime,
Albert Ayler,
Soul II Soul,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rakim,
JFA,
Nick Fraelich,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Josef K,
Byron Stingily,
Hardrive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Junior Murvin,
Barbara Tucker,
Henry Cow,
Excepter,
Shoche,
Liliput,
Panda Bear,
Public Enemy,
The Moleskins,
Morten Harket,
The Move,
Monolake,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.