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 Finland and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 The Moody Blues to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Fugazi,
D'Angelo,
New Order,
The Names,
Make Up,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pantytec,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wolf Eyes,
The Leaves,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joy Division,
Harpers Bizarre,
Echospace,
Ludus,
Mandrill,
Saccharine Trust,
Brand Nubian,
Erasure,
Marc Almond,
The Sonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minny Pops,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chris Corsano,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Morten Harket,
Joey Negro,
The Angels of Light,
Grandmaster Flash,
Laurel Aitken,
DNA,
The Mojo Men,
Fluxion,
Ken Boothe,
Alphaville,
Patti Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marvin Gaye,
Funkadelic,
Blossom Toes,
Tommy Roe,
Crime,
Goldenarms,
Popol Vuh,
JFA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Associates,
Unrelated Segments,
Skaos,
Q65,
Mark Hollis,
Spoonie Gee,
Lyres,
The Slits,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lakeside,
Alton Ellis,
Rakim,
Camouflage,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.