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 Comoros and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Barrington Levy to the grime 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Girls At Our Best!,
In Retrospect,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marc Almond,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eurythmics,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cecil Taylor,
Average White Band,
Depeche Mode,
Reagan Youth,
Newcleus,
Flash Fearless,
Television,
Aaron Thompson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Morten Harket,
The Selecter,
Boz Scaggs,
Rakim,
Tubeway Army,
Suicide,
Supertramp,
Tomorrow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Swans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mars,
Technova,
The Kinks,
Smog,
T.S.O.L.,
Alton Ellis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Starr,
The Doors,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Green,
Deadbeat,
Bob Dylan,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Byrd,
The J.B.'s,
Barrington Levy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pierre Henry,
the Human League,
John Coltrane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Intrusion,
Vladislav Delay,
Ossler,
Juan Atkins,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.