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 Costa Rica and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Rapeman to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mars,
Sparks,
Essential Logic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Audionom,
Jerry's Kids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Max Romeo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rites of Spring,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-Ray Spex,
Section 25,
The Vogues,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Glenn Branca,
Pere Ubu,
Arab on Radar,
KRS-One,
Infiniti,
Ponytail,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fugs,
Kayak,
Robert Wyatt,
The Golliwogs,
Anakelly,
Au Pairs,
ABBA,
Bill Near,
JFA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Foxx,
Andrew Hill,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Silicon Teens,
Joyce Sims,
Dave Gahan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Television,
Hashim,
Sun City Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Bang On A Can,
Boz Scaggs,
Iggy Pop,
The Cowsills,
Spandau Ballet,
Joe Finger,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thompson Twins,
The Music Machine,
The Barracudas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ice-T,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mad Mike,
Massinfluence,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.