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 Pakistan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the rap 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gladiators,
Crooked Eye,
Ronnie Foster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camberwell Now,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed,
The Gun Club,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cure,
The Black Dice,
Ossler,
Clear Light,
The Fugs,
Bob Dylan,
Harmonia,
World's Most,
Theoretical Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Rites of Spring,
Slave,
Spandau Ballet,
Quando Quango,
Zero Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter and Kerry,
Blancmange,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dead C,
The Techniques,
The Golliwogs,
Tomorrow,
Bootsy Collins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Slackers,
Michelle Simonal,
The Doors,
The Buckinghams,
Tubeway Army,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fall,
The Zeros,
Altered Images,
Nick Fraelich,
Infiniti,
The Monochrome Set,
Buzzcocks,
Cal Tjader,
Ohio Players,
Scion,
Bizarre Inc.,
Agent Orange,
Bronski Beat,
Henry Cow,
Excepter,
The Knickerbockers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Saints,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.