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 Turkey 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Rosa Yemen to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Index,
Lower 48,
MC5,
Soft Machine,
Royal Trux,
Marmalade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Connie Case,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lakeside,
Barry Ungar,
Nik Kershaw,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kenny Larkin,
Adolescents,
Minor Threat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Byrd,
Electric Prunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dennis Brown,
Wire,
Hasil Adkins,
Erasure,
Hoover,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mo-Dettes,
Severed Heads,
The Cowsills,
Intrusion,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Schoolly D,
the Swans,
K-Klass,
The Birthday Party,
The Residents,
Depeche Mode,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Saints,
JFA,
Television Personalities,
Basic Channel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eurythmics,
the Normal,
In Retrospect,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tim Buckley,
Howard Jones,
Iggy Pop,
the Soft Cell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Barrington Levy,
Minny Pops,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
LL Cool J,
Mantronix,
June of 44,
Niagra,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.