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 Malaysia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Black Sheep,
Mars,
Morten Harket,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
La Düsseldorf,
Flash Fearless,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Q and Not U,
Brothers Johnson,
Cluster,
Eric Copeland,
Eli Mardock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Khruangbin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Theoretical Girls,
Alphaville,
Rapeman,
Kenny Larkin,
a-ha,
E-Dancer,
The Cure,
Bauhaus,
Accadde A,
Man Parrish,
Max Romeo,
Technova,
The Electric Prunes,
Audionom,
Roxy Music,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ponytail,
Barrington Levy,
X-102,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Germs,
LL Cool J,
The Searchers,
EPMD,
Cecil Taylor,
Excepter,
Tim Buckley,
Lower 48,
Rotary Connection,
The Dead C,
New York Dolls,
Barbara Tucker,
Animal Collective,
Matthew Halsall,
Shuggie Otis,
Jerry's Kids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Model 500,
Aural Exciters,
Anakelly,
Livin' Joy,
The Standells,
Gastr Del Sol,
The United States of America,
Interpol,
Make Up,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.