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 Tuvalu and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Essential Logic to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Sherman,
Yusef Lateef,
The Standells,
Peter & Gordon,
The Moody Blues,
Depeche Mode,
Absolute Body Control,
Radio Birdman,
The Human League,
Kenny Larkin,
Todd Rundgren,
FM Einheit,
Eden Ahbez,
Adolescents,
Oneida,
Joyce Sims,
The Martian,
Circle Jerks,
Hoover,
Boredoms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Warsaw,
Bob Dylan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Residents,
Ronan,
Moby Grape,
Wire,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Bar-Kays,
Underground Resistance,
Deepchord,
Technova,
Zapp,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wolf Eyes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Slave,
These Immortal Souls,
Surgeon,
Jawbox,
Bang On A Can,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Letta Mbulu,
The Techniques,
New York Dolls,
Malaria!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oblivians,
Lightning Bolt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
a-ha,
Warren Ellis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rekid,
Japan,
Severed Heads,
Pylon,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.