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 San Marino and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Malaria! to the electroclash 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Roxette,
D'Angelo,
These Immortal Souls,
Con Funk Shun,
Radio Birdman,
Hardrive,
The Count Five,
John Coltrane,
Lungfish,
UT,
Grauzone,
Jawbox,
Chris & Cosey,
The Kinks,
Rod Modell,
The Monochrome Set,
Janne Schatter,
Ossler,
Das Ding,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stetsasonic,
the Sonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter and Kerry,
ABC,
The Residents,
Frankie Knuckles,
China Crisis,
Popol Vuh,
Maleditus Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Bang On A Can,
Country Teasers,
The Misunderstood,
Zero Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Fatback Band,
Organ,
Young Marble Giants,
H. Thieme,
Basic Channel,
The Happenings,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Joensuu 1685,
David Axelrod,
Animal Collective,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joyce Sims,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Seeds,
The Dead C,
The Detroit Cobras,
10cc,
Peter & Gordon,
Skaos,
Talk Talk,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.