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 Palau and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Robert Wyatt to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scion,
The Fall,
Marcia Griffiths,
The New Christs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gladiators,
The Golliwogs,
Black Flag,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
The Star Department,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gichy Dan,
Zapp,
Parry Music,
F. McDonald,
Harmonia,
New Order,
U.S. Maple,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Invisible,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scientists,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Infiniti,
Trumans Water,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Vladislav Delay,
The Angels of Light,
Peter and Kerry,
Unwound,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric Dolphy,
Derrick May,
Maleditus Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roy Ayers,
The Dirtbombs,
Joe Finger,
Glenn Branca,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bauhaus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Spandau Ballet,
Grey Daturas,
The Remains,
Frankie Knuckles,
Althea and Donna,
The Walker Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
L. Decosne,
Alton Ellis,
Pantaleimon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Association,
the Human League,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.