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 Bahamas and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin 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 New Age Steppers to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sällskapet,
Piero Umiliani,
Rakim,
Derrick Morgan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Bar-Kays,
The Saints,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Michelle Simonal,
The Techniques,
Wings,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Infiniti,
Nils Olav,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Smiths,
Reuben Wilson,
Sight & Sound,
Marc Almond,
Quando Quango,
X-102,
Television,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tres Demented,
Andrew Hill,
E-Dancer,
Zero Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sam Rivers,
John Foxx,
In Retrospect,
Young Marble Giants,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vladislav Delay,
Franke,
Can,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Faraquet,
David Bowie,
Leonard Cohen,
Motorama,
Masters at Work,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New York Dolls,
Organ,
The Blues Magoos,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Severed Heads,
The Velvet Underground,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Pus,
Hashim,
Flash Fearless,
John Cale,
Kaleidoscope,
Magazine,
Brick,
Swell Maps,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.