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 Gabon and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the funk 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
John Coltrane,
Niagra,
Tom Boy,
The Dead C,
Jandek,
Shoche,
The Martian,
Sällskapet,
the Human League,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aloha Tigers,
Goldenarms,
Magma,
The Pop Group,
Mo-Dettes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Excepter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skaos,
Dave Gahan,
Yazoo,
Tres Demented,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Franke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Janne Schatter,
Yusef Lateef,
Malaria!,
Siglo XX,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Funkadelic,
The Names,
The American Breed,
Sarah Menescal,
Fear,
FM Einheit,
The Fugs,
Maurizio,
Organ,
Absolute Body Control,
Gichy Dan,
Sugar Minott,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun City Girls,
The New Christs,
The Fire Engines,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scratch Acid,
Banda Bassotti,
Spandau Ballet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Blancmange,
Davy DMX,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Almond,
Motorama,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.