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 Chad and from Milan.
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 Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the funk 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Cal Tjader,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Offenders,
DJ Sneak,
Fugazi,
Alphaville,
The Monks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Livin' Joy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Los Fastidios,
Godley & Creme,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Searchers,
Heaven 17,
John Foxx,
KRS-One,
Buzzcocks,
Curtis Mayfield,
MC5,
Index,
Barrington Levy,
The Techniques,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Simply Red,
The Cowsills,
Joe Smooth,
Brothers Johnson,
Quadrant,
Warren Ellis,
Ultra Naté,
Little Man,
Pole,
Eric Dolphy,
Harmonia,
The Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magma,
Soulsonic Force,
Camberwell Now,
Au Pairs,
Scott Walker,
David Bowie,
Rekid,
Organ,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aaron Thompson,
OOIOO,
Thompson Twins,
The Blues Magoos,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hasil Adkins,
Ronnie Foster,
The Black Dice,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bad Manners,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.