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 Guatemala and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 John Foxx to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Swans,
Second Layer,
Essential Logic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Newcleus,
Harmonia,
The Smiths,
Agent Orange,
Cameo,
The Birthday Party,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cymande,
Sugar Minott,
The Monochrome Set,
Y Pants,
Deepchord,
Ultravox,
Ornette Coleman,
a-ha,
Supertramp,
Procol Harum,
Marc Almond,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cheater Slicks,
Roxette,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Public Enemy,
the Human League,
Morten Harket,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Starr,
Visage,
Sandy B,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dirtbombs,
Crooked Eye,
The Happenings,
B.T. Express,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joe Finger,
The Techniques,
Fela Kuti,
Sällskapet,
Half Japanese,
Whodini,
Alison Limerick,
Pulsallama,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cure,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Angels of Light,
Index,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Womack,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Moon,
Dead Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.