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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar 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 Girls At Our Best! 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Lyres,
James Chance & The Contortions,
MDC,
Country Teasers,
The Gap Band,
Funky Four + One,
K-Klass,
David Axelrod,
Iggy Pop,
Cheater Slicks,
Aloha Tigers,
Second Layer,
Curtis Mayfield,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Erasure,
The Sonics,
Infiniti,
Chrome,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lindisfarne,
Thompson Twins,
Siglo XX,
Bizarre Inc.,
Technova,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wolf Eyes,
Terry Callier,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doors,
Talk Talk,
A Certain Ratio,
Nation of Ulysses,
EPMD,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Whodini,
Eurythmics,
Roxy Music,
The Pop Group,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Happenings,
Connie Case,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ice-T,
Moebius,
Crooked Eye,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tomorrow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
E-Dancer,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeff Lynne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bob Dylan,
Swell Maps,
Black Sheep,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.