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 Gabon 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sound Behaviour to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Pylon,
Joy Division,
Saccharine Trust,
Bang On A Can,
Ludus,
Tubeway Army,
Colin Newman,
Godley & Creme,
Soul II Soul,
New Order,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fela Kuti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Slits,
Pere Ubu,
Matthew Halsall,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Todd Terry,
Ituana,
Animal Collective,
Wire,
Bad Manners,
the Association,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ossler,
Stereo Dub,
F. McDonald,
Mars,
The Cure,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Organ,
Pantaleimon,
Silicon Teens,
Fugazi,
Niagra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Delon & Dalcan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Drexciya,
Duran Duran,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boz Scaggs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
EPMD,
Cybotron,
Porter Ricks,
The Doors,
Stiv Bators,
OOIOO,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gun Club,
The Slackers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Depeche Mode,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.