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 Poland and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 June Days to the techno 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Ken Boothe,
Iggy Pop,
Minny Pops,
Roy Ayers,
Second Layer,
Dark Day,
The Evens,
T. Rex,
Maurizio,
Joyce Sims,
AZ,
Television Personalities,
Faraquet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Neu!,
Oblivians,
Eli Mardock,
Tom Boy,
The Mummies,
Dennis Brown,
Amon Düül II,
Scientists,
Chris Corsano,
Danielle Patucci,
Rosa Yemen,
kango's stein massive,
Spandau Ballet,
MDC,
Mars,
Moebius,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bronski Beat,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Magma,
Metal Thangz,
Henry Cow,
Toni Rubio,
The Fire Engines,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fugs,
Roxy Music,
These Immortal Souls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fall,
Loose Ends,
F. McDonald,
Ludus,
The Smoke,
Skarface,
The Human League,
ABBA,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brand Nubian,
Darondo,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.