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 Sierra Leone and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Lou Reed 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 ABC to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
R.M.O.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scott Walker,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Silicon Teens,
Y Pants,
Blake Baxter,
Anthony Braxton,
Lyres,
Connie Case,
Reagan Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pylon,
CMW,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Starr,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joy Division,
The Monks,
Ohio Players,
Faust,
Bauhaus,
Deepchord,
Barrington Levy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eden Ahbez,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultravox,
DJ Sneak,
Terrestrial Tones,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Maleditus Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Schoolly D,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mr. Review,
The Music Machine,
Mad Mike,
Wings,
The Golliwogs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New Age Steppers,
The Dirtbombs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
The Human League,
Radio Birdman,
Nas,
Lakeside,
Bizarre Inc.,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Görl,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeff Lynne,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.