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 Singapore and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 Donny Hathaway to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Dawn Penn,
Suicide,
CMW,
Tomorrow,
Tubeway Army,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mummies,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David McCallum,
Slave,
X-101,
The Vogues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Crooked Eye,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Little Man,
L. Decosne,
Camouflage,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joe Finger,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Motorama,
MDC,
Peter and Kerry,
D'Angelo,
The Velvet Underground,
Fatback Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Görl,
Hoover,
Gabor Szabo,
Index,
H. Thieme,
Jacob Miller,
K-Klass,
Maurizio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fuzztones,
Tommy Roe,
Dual Sessions,
Wire,
Eli Mardock,
Moebius,
Average White Band,
Nirvana,
Supertramp,
Japan,
Yellowson,
Blossom Toes,
Black Flag,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hashim,
AZ,
Marmalade,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dave Gahan,
Junior Murvin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.