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 Ethiopia and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Litter to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Y Pants,
Roxette,
The Zeros,
Intrusion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fatback Band,
Funkadelic,
Bluetip,
Eric Copeland,
Zapp,
Donny Hathaway,
Flipper,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Happenings,
Carl Craig,
Shuggie Otis,
Bill Near,
Pierre Henry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crispy Ambulance,
Josef K,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marine Girls,
Robert Hood,
Harry Pussy,
Juan Atkins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ponytail,
June of 44,
Fad Gadget,
Das Ding,
Easy Going,
Absolute Body Control,
Country Teasers,
Neil Young,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Interpol,
Oneida,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quantec,
Nils Olav,
Main Source,
Sugar Minott,
K-Klass,
Amon Düül II,
Ice-T,
Tropical Tobacco,
Simply Red,
OOIOO,
the Swans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Half Japanese,
The Smoke,
The Fugs,
Kenny Larkin,
ABBA,
The Litter,
The Vogues,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.