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 Portugal and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scott Walker to the rock 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Tom Boy,
Loose Ends,
Popol Vuh,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kurtis Blow,
Harry Pussy,
The Golliwogs,
Black Sheep,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bill Near,
Bang On A Can,
Moss Icon,
The Knickerbockers,
Lucky Dragons,
Iggy Pop,
Althea and Donna,
Byron Stingily,
Blake Baxter,
The Human League,
Sam Rivers,
Lightning Bolt,
Q65,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Martian,
Camberwell Now,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton,
Duran Duran,
Brass Construction,
Lebanon Hanover,
K-Klass,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arthur Verocai,
CMW,
Zero Boys,
Graham Central Station,
The Invisible,
Roxette,
Panda Bear,
Quantec,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Black Dice,
Pylon,
Grauzone,
The Selecter,
The Standells,
Technova,
Slick Rick,
Electric Prunes,
Inner City,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Absolute Body Control,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Green,
Jeff Lynne,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fire Engines,
the Swans,
Lower 48,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.