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 India and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Todd Rundgren to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Danielle Patucci,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bad Manners,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Barracudas,
Amon Düül,
Minor Threat,
The Misunderstood,
Clear Light,
Joensuu 1685,
Barbara Tucker,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Niagra,
The Busters,
Rapeman,
Groovy Waters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ludus,
The Monochrome Set,
Reagan Youth,
Neu!,
Lalann,
The Golliwogs,
Cameo,
The Pretty Things,
X-101,
The Mummies,
PIL,
The Modern Lovers,
Wasted Youth,
Man Parrish,
Young Marble Giants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wings,
Sugar Minott,
Metal Thangz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jacques Brel,
Eric Copeland,
New Order,
Michelle Simonal,
Soft Cell,
Alton Ellis,
The Gories,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Saccharine Trust,
La Düsseldorf,
Oblivians,
Maleditus Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hasil Adkins,
48th St. Collective,
Agitation Free,
the Human League,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.