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 Kuwait and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 U.S. Maple to the electroclash 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
The Moleskins,
Procol Harum,
Trumans Water,
Freddie Wadling,
Matthew Bourne,
Camouflage,
The Blackbyrds,
Pantaleimon,
Y Pants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joey Negro,
Andrew Hill,
Scan 7,
Funkadelic,
Juan Atkins,
Black Bananas,
The Trojans,
Metal Thangz,
Hasil Adkins,
Alison Limerick,
China Crisis,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultra Naté,
the Normal,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
R.M.O.,
Porter Ricks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wings,
L. Decosne,
Symarip,
Kerri Chandler,
Lee Hazlewood,
DJ Sneak,
The Fire Engines,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Janne Schatter,
Amon Düül II,
June of 44,
Brass Construction,
Wolf Eyes,
Marc Almond,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quadrant,
Supertramp,
Ralphi Rosario,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Human League,
Technova,
Con Funk Shun,
The Flesh Eaters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cal Tjader,
Malaria!,
Vladislav Delay,
Interpol,
These Immortal Souls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.