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 Tajikistan 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wolf Eyes to the grime 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Quando Quango,
John Foxx,
Agent Orange,
Ten City,
Second Layer,
Accadde A,
U.S. Maple,
Massinfluence,
The Index,
Ohio Players,
Can,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun Ra,
Junior Murvin,
Mars,
John Lydon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bob Dylan,
Scratch Acid,
Brass Construction,
Toni Rubio,
Dave Gahan,
Wings,
T. Rex,
New York Dolls,
Bill Wells,
ABC,
Icehouse,
Shoche,
The Human League,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Carl Craig,
Jacob Miller,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gong,
Ultra Naté,
Siglo XX,
Josef K,
The Kinks,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Starr,
The Real Kids,
Au Pairs,
Half Japanese,
Urselle,
Danielle Patucci,
the Normal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
AZ,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crash Course in Science,
Young Marble Giants,
John Cale,
Average White Band,
Quantec,
the Association,
Black Pus,
Guru Guru,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.