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 Madagascar and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chris & Cosey to the grunge 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tom Boy,
Donny Hathaway,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Slits,
Audionom,
Desert Stars,
Ludus,
Robert Hood,
Moss Icon,
Malaria!,
Oblivians,
Essential Logic,
The Cramps,
Pylon,
the Human League,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soulsonic Force,
Rapeman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crime,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wasted Youth,
E-Dancer,
Andrew Hill,
Kas Product,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tears for Fears,
Boz Scaggs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The United States of America,
Buzzcocks,
H. Thieme,
Man Parrish,
Wire,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric Dolphy,
The Real Kids,
Mantronix,
The Golliwogs,
Symarip,
This Heat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
10cc,
The Cowsills,
Gong,
Sandy B,
Organ,
Faraquet,
John Foxx,
Tim Buckley,
Althea and Donna,
Dual Sessions,
Adolescents,
Bob Dylan,
Delta 5,
The Evens,
Slick Rick,
Terry Callier,
The Electric Prunes,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.