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 Turkmenistan and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Junior Murvin to the funk 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Outsiders,
The Mojo Men,
Jeru the Damaja,
R.M.O.,
Make Up,
Todd Terry,
Jacob Miller,
Amon Düül II,
The Selecter,
Ronan,
Rakim,
Lalann,
Mandrill,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Victims,
Johnny Clarke,
Brick,
Main Source,
The Beau Brummels,
Scratch Acid,
Roger Hodgson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arcadia,
Michelle Simonal,
10cc,
K-Klass,
Marine Girls,
Warsaw,
Lebanon Hanover,
Darondo,
Ponytail,
Fugazi,
Oblivians,
The Invisible,
Tears for Fears,
Bauhaus,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeff Lynne,
Sugar Minott,
Livin' Joy,
Duran Duran,
Bob Dylan,
Schoolly D,
LL Cool J,
Agent Orange,
KRS-One,
Soft Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Normal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Japan,
Zapp,
OOIOO,
Mad Mike,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rapeman,
Junior Murvin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Anakelly,
Byron Stingily,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Green,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.