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 Antigua and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 David Bowie 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 Glambeats Corp. 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Ultra Naté,
Quantec,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun Ra,
Gong,
Pantaleimon,
The Modern Lovers,
Ponytail,
The Doors,
Crooked Eye,
Siglo XX,
Trumans Water,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Slick Rick,
Second Layer,
James White and The Blacks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Unwound,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barbara Tucker,
Make Up,
The Blackbyrds,
Ten City,
Alison Limerick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tom Boy,
The Motions,
Cecil Taylor,
John Lydon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deadbeat,
Pantytec,
Todd Terry,
T. Rex,
the Sonics,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Sherman,
These Immortal Souls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Stooges,
Arab on Radar,
U.S. Maple,
Crispy Ambulance,
Maleditus Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ronan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minutemen,
Faust,
Country Teasers,
48th St. Collective,
Public Enemy,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sonics,
Bobby Womack,
The Vogues,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.