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 Cape Verde and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Davy DMX to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Davy DMX,
Scrapy,
Fear,
Simply Red,
Cal Tjader,
Sex Pistols,
The American Breed,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tubeway Army,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Suicide,
Reagan Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
Fad Gadget,
Mantronix,
Donald Byrd,
Porter Ricks,
Chris & Cosey,
Quadrant,
Little Man,
Scion,
New York Dolls,
Visage,
Archie Shepp,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Soft Cell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rekid,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Shuggie Otis,
Soft Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
FM Einheit,
The Cure,
Television Personalities,
X-101,
Grauzone,
The Monochrome Set,
Alphaville,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rotary Connection,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Monks,
Gong,
The Velvet Underground,
Blancmange,
John Cale,
Joey Negro,
Magma,
Duran Duran,
Robert Wyatt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Negative Approach,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.