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 Slovenia and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Peter & Gordon to the grunge 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
The Doors,
John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Last Poets,
The Neon Judgement,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
FM Einheit,
Unwound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roxy Music,
Charles Mingus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Siglo XX,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Little Man,
Audionom,
Smog,
Angry Samoans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
Archie Shepp,
Scrapy,
Camouflage,
The Moody Blues,
Interpol,
Harpers Bizarre,
Funkadelic,
Jandek,
L. Decosne,
Amazonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Todd Rundgren,
EPMD,
The Velvet Underground,
Parry Music,
John Foxx,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
PIL,
Procol Harum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Golliwogs,
The Knickerbockers,
F. McDonald,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Max Romeo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nirvana,
Gichy Dan,
The Angels of Light,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gladiators,
Soul II Soul,
Sex Pistols,
Mr. Review,
Hashim,
Roxette,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Trumans Water,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.