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 Papua New Guinea and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Robert Palmer 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 Lungfish to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
The Grass Roots,
Ituana,
Man Eating Sloth,
Clear Light,
LL Cool J,
Reuben Wilson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gabor Szabo,
Howard Jones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Royal Trux,
Fatback Band,
Kas Product,
Black Sheep,
Morten Harket,
Delta 5,
CMW,
AZ,
Q65,
Accadde A,
Dawn Penn,
The Walker Brothers,
Minor Threat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moby Grape,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tommy Roe,
Janne Schatter,
Half Japanese,
Matthew Bourne,
The Neon Judgement,
T.S.O.L.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bush Tetras,
The Techniques,
Inner City,
The Gladiators,
Main Source,
Young Marble Giants,
Bronski Beat,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Sherman,
The Durutti Column,
John Coltrane,
DNA,
Sister Nancy,
Rosa Yemen,
The Angels of Light,
Roy Ayers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tomorrow,
Marmalade,
The Litter,
Pere Ubu,
Joy Division,
The Slackers,
Davy DMX,
Pole,
Blossom Toes,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.