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 Israel and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roxette to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Joy Division,
X-101,
the Slits,
The Gladiators,
Cameo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Durutti Column,
Scion,
Bob Dylan,
Mandrill,
The Associates,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rufus Thomas,
B.T. Express,
The United States of America,
Monolake,
June of 44,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pantaleimon,
The Techniques,
Suicide,
Brick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Section 25,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Soft Cell,
Ornette Coleman,
The Music Machine,
Gang of Four,
Todd Terry,
a-ha,
Scratch Acid,
Harmonia,
Judy Mowatt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Loose Ends,
UT,
Absolute Body Control,
Y Pants,
Thee Headcoats,
Patti Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New York Dolls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vladislav Delay,
Dawn Penn,
Harry Pussy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Johnny Clarke,
Brass Construction,
Fluxion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Unwound,
Kayak,
Q and Not U,
Radiohead,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.