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 Slovenia and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Arcadia to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Godley & Creme,
E-Dancer,
Funkadelic,
Qualms,
Stereo Dub,
The Happenings,
Nation of Ulysses,
Intrusion,
Pylon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cameo,
Ronan,
The Stooges,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sex Pistols,
Delon & Dalcan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Trojans,
ABC,
U.S. Maple,
Chris & Cosey,
EPMD,
Camberwell Now,
Joe Smooth,
MDC,
Brass Construction,
Moebius,
Black Sheep,
H. Thieme,
Minor Threat,
Lungfish,
Jeff Mills,
X-102,
Crispy Ambulance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Music Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythm & Sound,
Morten Harket,
Magma,
Kerri Chandler,
Amon Düül II,
Suburban Knight,
Rufus Thomas,
Shoche,
The Divine Comedy,
Jacques Brel,
Mr. Review,
The Residents,
Bootsy Collins,
Rekid,
Fluxion,
Black Moon,
the Human League,
Bang On A Can,
John Foxx,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.