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 Moldova and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Yazoo to the dance 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Pagans,
Amon Düül,
David McCallum,
The Fuzztones,
the Soft Cell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dark Day,
Lou Christie,
Iggy Pop,
DNA,
The Velvet Underground,
Basic Channel,
Yellowson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joyce Sims,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fat Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Bootsy Collins,
Hardrive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mandrill,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Henry Cow,
Freddie Wadling,
The Busters,
Gang of Four,
Jandek,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wally Richardson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Franke,
Yusef Lateef,
Qualms,
Faust,
The Durutti Column,
Zero Boys,
Erasure,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sonics,
Soft Cell,
Clear Light,
Wings,
Quantec,
Joe Finger,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultravox,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Maurizio,
The Names,
Aural Exciters,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fire Engines,
Massinfluence,
Bill Near,
June Days,
The Happenings,
Barbara Tucker,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.