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 Australia and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
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 rhodes 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 Crispy Ambulance to the electroclash 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fugs,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fire Engines,
Swell Maps,
Gabor Szabo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ralphi Rosario,
Technova,
Tres Demented,
Das Ding,
Faraquet,
Joey Negro,
Boz Scaggs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Pus,
KRS-One,
The Leaves,
Whodini,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Womack,
Lower 48,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Byrd,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Barracudas,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Clear Light,
These Immortal Souls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeff Mills,
Peter and Kerry,
Reuben Wilson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fluxion,
Black Flag,
Wolf Eyes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Toni Rubio,
Charles Mingus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Essential Logic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sound Behaviour,
E-Dancer,
Graham Central Station,
Roy Ayers,
Quando Quango,
Connie Case,
Rapeman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brass Construction,
Rakim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.