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 Kosovo and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Duran Duran 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Hashim,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Fania All-Stars,
UT,
The Flesh Eaters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tears for Fears,
DNA,
Smog,
Pylon,
Mantronix,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Mills,
Tubeway Army,
Silicon Teens,
Bill Wells,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Womack,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stiv Bators,
Monolake,
Supertramp,
The Cowsills,
Maurizio,
The Litter,
Flash Fearless,
David McCallum,
Hasil Adkins,
Soulsonic Force,
Blossom Toes,
Main Source,
Deepchord,
Rosa Yemen,
Throbbing Gristle,
OOIOO,
Television Personalities,
The Raincoats,
Joensuu 1685,
Schoolly D,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Television,
Mars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Skatalites,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Moleskins,
The Remains,
Leonard Cohen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Adolescents,
Eurythmics,
MDC,
Mission of Burma,
The Zeros,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ronan,
Banda Bassotti,
Moss Icon,
kango's stein massive,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.