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 Kyrgyzstan and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Holger Czukay 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 Wings 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Nico,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Con Funk Shun,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Heaven 17,
X-Ray Spex,
The Associates,
The Leaves,
The Standells,
Technova,
Tim Buckley,
Cybotron,
Fad Gadget,
Lakeside,
James White and The Blacks,
Accadde A,
Niagra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Skatalites,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Toni Rubio,
D'Angelo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lindisfarne,
The Fugs,
Amazonics,
Brass Construction,
Blossom Toes,
Massinfluence,
The Grass Roots,
The Happenings,
The Gories,
Scott Walker,
Maurizio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Animal Collective,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kayak,
Scrapy,
Quantec,
Lyres,
June Days,
Flash Fearless,
The Count Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Angry Samoans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pere Ubu,
Easy Going,
Liliput,
Unwound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Malaria!,
Barry Ungar,
The Slackers,
Y Pants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.