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 United Kingdom and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Henry Cow to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
MDC,
Sound Behaviour,
Moby Grape,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dead C,
Spandau Ballet,
Average White Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang of Four,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yazoo,
Cybotron,
Reuben Wilson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Easy Going,
Ohio Players,
The Birthday Party,
Bill Near,
Dawn Penn,
the Swans,
Mo-Dettes,
U.S. Maple,
Swans,
Amon Düül,
John Coltrane,
Schoolly D,
Godley & Creme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fat Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sam Rivers,
World's Most,
Soulsonic Force,
Bang On A Can,
Young Marble Giants,
The Techniques,
Gang Green,
Ossler,
The Selecter,
Scion,
Derrick Morgan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Names,
John Holt,
T.S.O.L.,
Thee Headcoats,
OOIOO,
Sandy B,
Marvin Gaye,
Faraquet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.