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 Iraq and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ronan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Davy DMX,
Clear Light,
Panda Bear,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Youth Brigade,
Wally Richardson,
Eden Ahbez,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bill Wells,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sparks,
MDC,
Sight & Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sugar Minott,
Chris Corsano,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bob Dylan,
Ken Boothe,
Andrew Hill,
Roger Hodgson,
Sonic Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gong,
The Litter,
Crash Course in Science,
The Martian,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Severed Heads,
Joensuu 1685,
Nirvana,
Bauhaus,
The Victims,
Maleditus Sound,
Angry Samoans,
The Index,
Qualms,
The Evens,
Piero Umiliani,
Matthew Halsall,
Metal Thangz,
The Mojo Men,
The Music Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New Order,
Vladislav Delay,
Terry Callier,
DJ Style,
Loose Ends,
Royal Trux,
The Beau Brummels,
Nik Kershaw,
Jerry's Kids,
Arab on Radar,
Deakin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Masters at Work,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.