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 Malta and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the techno 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division 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?
Mantronix,
Masters at Work,
The Toasters,
Eddi Front,
Country Teasers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gong,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hardrive,
The Mummies,
48th St. Collective,
The Litter,
The Pretty Things,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Trumans Water,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bill Near,
The Music Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Prince Buster,
Grauzone,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skarface,
Kayak,
The Saints,
Zapp,
Stereo Dub,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mojo Men,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Vogues,
Guru Guru,
Wolf Eyes,
The Seeds,
Ken Boothe,
DJ Sneak,
a-ha,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quantec,
The Real Kids,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Divine Comedy,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sonics,
Niagra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kas Product,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
U.S. Maple,
Pantytec,
Negative Approach,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Starr,
John Cale,
Connie Case,
Public Image Ltd.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.