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 Guyana and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Depeche Mode to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Liliput,
Bang On A Can,
The Leaves,
The Fire Engines,
Circle Jerks,
Tim Buckley,
Bob Dylan,
Deakin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neil Young,
U.S. Maple,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Royal Trux,
Public Enemy,
Panda Bear,
Pole,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nick Fraelich,
Michelle Simonal,
Camouflage,
Vladislav Delay,
The Kinks,
Joe Smooth,
The Remains,
Grandmaster Flash,
LL Cool J,
Todd Rundgren,
Scion,
The Happenings,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Urselle,
Piero Umiliani,
Rekid,
Pantytec,
the Sonics,
Tubeway Army,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Los Fastidios,
The Moody Blues,
The Stooges,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vainqueur,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Pus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cecil Taylor,
Television Personalities,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bauhaus,
Spoonie Gee,
Banda Bassotti,
Qualms,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Residents,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Moleskins,
The Angels of Light,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.