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 Marshall Islands and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 Easy Going to the funk 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Interpol,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Byrd,
La Düsseldorf,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Star Department,
Sam Rivers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blake Baxter,
Mo-Dettes,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Motions,
Yaz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hasil Adkins,
Roxy Music,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pet Shop Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
The Durutti Column,
The Grass Roots,
Second Layer,
The Modern Lovers,
The American Breed,
DNA,
Scrapy,
Desert Stars,
Guru Guru,
Yellowson,
The Cowsills,
Dennis Brown,
Grauzone,
Accadde A,
Ronan,
Monks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
OOIOO,
Arcadia,
Los Fastidios,
The Human League,
Anakelly,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fall,
Underground Resistance,
Japan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Main Source,
Scientists,
Agitation Free,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pagans,
Metal Thangz,
Howard Jones,
Davy DMX,
Drexciya,
Joe Finger,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.