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 Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Faust to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Niagra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Porter Ricks,
Harmonia,
The Velvet Underground,
Mission of Burma,
Swell Maps,
E-Dancer,
Nirvana,
Jeff Mills,
Mad Mike,
Stetsasonic,
Black Bananas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang of Four,
Pylon,
Maurizio,
Neil Young,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Depeche Mode,
Buzzcocks,
Joe Finger,
Suburban Knight,
Big Daddy Kane,
Can,
Lalo Schifrin,
Connie Case,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eddi Front,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Judy Mowatt,
Anthony Braxton,
Gerry Rafferty,
New Order,
Brass Construction,
Oneida,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deakin,
Pulsallama,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ronan,
Joyce Sims,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sarah Menescal,
Joy Division,
Ultra Naté,
Thompson Twins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Grass Roots,
Kurtis Blow,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Golliwogs,
Colin Newman,
The Cure,
Inner City,
Pantaleimon,
Erykah Badu,
Moss Icon,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.