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 Ghana and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Lou Reed 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 Josef K to the funk 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Johnny Clarke,
The Remains,
Peter & Gordon,
Judy Mowatt,
The American Breed,
Anthony Braxton,
B.T. Express,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Human League,
Fela Kuti,
Charles Mingus,
La Düsseldorf,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soul II Soul,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bauhaus,
Fat Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chrome,
T.S.O.L.,
Bill Near,
The Barracudas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Archie Shepp,
Supertramp,
Harry Pussy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Section 25,
Visage,
Nick Fraelich,
Fluxion,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soft Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Janne Schatter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dave Gahan,
Maurizio,
The Sonics,
Joyce Sims,
Loose Ends,
Morten Harket,
Bronski Beat,
Rufus Thomas,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nik Kershaw,
Half Japanese,
The Shadows of Knight,
a-ha,
Simply Red,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Underground Resistance,
Boredoms,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brand Nubian,
Ponytail,
Pierre Henry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.