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 Malaysia and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Byrd,
Al Stewart,
Dave Gahan,
Rod Modell,
One Last Wish,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Knickerbockers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Prince Buster,
Symarip,
The Busters,
Ralphi Rosario,
U.S. Maple,
Echospace,
Stereo Dub,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gichy Dan,
The Neon Judgement,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Sherman,
Skriet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thompson Twins,
Ludus,
Patti Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crooked Eye,
Reuben Wilson,
a-ha,
Rapeman,
Ultra Naté,
Accadde A,
DNA,
Joe Finger,
Make Up,
The Slackers,
Sällskapet,
X-101,
Byron Stingily,
Scrapy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quantec,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Womack,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DJ Sneak,
Lucky Dragons,
Japan,
Albert Ayler,
The Seeds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Saccharine Trust,
Amon Düül,
The Fugs,
Angry Samoans,
AZ,
Bronski Beat,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.