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 Samoa and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Holger Czukay 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 Magma to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Neon Judgement,
Desert Stars,
The Sonics,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott Heron,
New York Dolls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vainqueur,
The Skatalites,
Ken Boothe,
X-Ray Spex,
Quando Quango,
the Human League,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultravox,
Maurizio,
Mantronix,
Arab on Radar,
Von Mondo,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed,
The Beau Brummels,
Pierre Henry,
The Doors,
Jeff Lynne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Buzzcocks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Procol Harum,
Funkadelic,
Eli Mardock,
The Fuzztones,
Hasil Adkins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Adolescents,
Man Parrish,
Lou Christie,
Public Image Ltd.,
Erasure,
Robert Hood,
EPMD,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bauhaus,
The Wake,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stetsasonic,
The Residents,
Jawbox,
The Angels of Light,
Section 25,
Franke,
Bush Tetras,
Suburban Knight,
Michelle Simonal,
David McCallum,
Los Fastidios,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.