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 Cambodia and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Grauzone to the funk 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Lou Christie,
Excepter,
Eve St. Jones,
Qualms,
Bootsy Collins,
the Sonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ludus,
Liliput,
Gong,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echospace,
The Neon Judgement,
Jacques Brel,
The Dead C,
Robert Görl,
Girls At Our Best!,
Underground Resistance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Morten Harket,
The Walker Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harry Pussy,
Erykah Badu,
Grauzone,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Altered Images,
Talk Talk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tubeway Army,
Bronski Beat,
the Germs,
The Standells,
The Count Five,
Animal Collective,
Jeru the Damaja,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare,
The Sonics,
U.S. Maple,
Alphaville,
The Litter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harmonia,
Hashim,
Juan Atkins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Martian,
the Swans,
The Five Americans,
Derrick Morgan,
AZ,
Procol Harum,
Lungfish,
Cluster,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.