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 Thailand and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sam Rivers to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Whodini,
Make Up,
Warsaw,
JFA,
Bush Tetras,
The Skatalites,
Massinfluence,
The Birthday Party,
Roger Hodgson,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cowsills,
Barbara Tucker,
Gregory Isaacs,
Youth Brigade,
Graham Central Station,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare,
Mo-Dettes,
ABBA,
Neu!,
Ossler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Swans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wally Richardson,
Ohio Players,
Pylon,
Main Source,
Jandek,
Glambeats Corp.,
Excepter,
U.S. Maple,
The Dead C,
David Bowie,
Bill Wells,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Görl,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agitation Free,
Liliput,
Godley & Creme,
Cymande,
Thompson Twins,
Howard Jones,
Japan,
kango's stein massive,
Joe Finger,
Cal Tjader,
Amazonics,
Ten City,
Maurizio,
Ronan,
Moss Icon,
Gong,
Alice Coltrane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lalo Schifrin,
China Crisis,
Masters at Work,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.