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 Mauritania and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the disco 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
DJ Sneak,
Wings,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Max Romeo,
Jeff Mills,
Symarip,
The Gap Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Howard Jones,
Bill Wells,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New York Dolls,
Freddie Wadling,
Crooked Eye,
The Five Americans,
The Buckinghams,
Archie Shepp,
Inner City,
Cheater Slicks,
Motorama,
Warren Ellis,
Bill Near,
Joe Finger,
The Leaves,
Royal Trux,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nico,
One Last Wish,
Deepchord,
Rosa Yemen,
Steve Hackett,
In Retrospect,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Walker Brothers,
Davy DMX,
Girls At Our Best!,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Last Poets,
Bluetip,
Heaven 17,
Hot Snakes,
Ultravox,
Cal Tjader,
PIL,
The Velvet Underground,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Index,
Trumans Water,
Flipper,
Stiv Bators,
Scratch Acid,
Glenn Branca,
Subhumans,
Erasure,
Delon & Dalcan,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.