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 Eritrea and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scratch Acid to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Aloha Tigers,
The Remains,
Country Teasers,
Funkadelic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crash Course in Science,
The Red Krayola,
The Dead C,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neil Young,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Bananas,
The Skatalites,
Rotary Connection,
Gabor Szabo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Television,
JFA,
Crooked Eye,
Derrick Morgan,
The Walker Brothers,
Parry Music,
Kevin Saunderson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Accadde A,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dave Gahan,
Spoonie Gee,
Freddie Wadling,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The J.B.'s,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy Collins,
Audionom,
Intrusion,
The Residents,
U.S. Maple,
Electric Prunes,
Vladislav Delay,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Hood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Whodini,
Avey Tare,
Sound Behaviour,
Harry Pussy,
Radio Birdman,
Bob Dylan,
Arab on Radar,
Morten Harket,
AZ,
Procol Harum,
The American Breed,
Slick Rick,
Drexciya,
Sun Ra,
Q and Not U,
The Star Department,
Von Mondo,
Pere Ubu,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.