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 Kenya and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Oneida to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
E-Dancer,
Robert Görl,
KRS-One,
Soft Cell,
Kayak,
Bad Manners,
Howard Jones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Darondo,
Harmonia,
Duran Duran,
The Monochrome Set,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Seeds,
Robert Hood,
The Misunderstood,
Hot Snakes,
Sugar Minott,
The Angels of Light,
Goldenarms,
Bootsy Collins,
The Invisible,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Christie,
Theoretical Girls,
The Motions,
Deepchord,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ohio Players,
DJ Style,
The Happenings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David McCallum,
Black Bananas,
The Mojo Men,
Anakelly,
Severed Heads,
Rites of Spring,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nirvana,
Stiv Bators,
Funky Four + One,
The Music Machine,
Monks,
The Blackbyrds,
Alton Ellis,
In Retrospect,
Babytalk,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cal Tjader,
X-102,
Connie Case,
Bobby Sherman,
Skaos,
The Searchers,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.