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 Cuba and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 Marmalade to the electroclash 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joensuu 1685,
China Crisis,
Moss Icon,
The Mummies,
Cymande,
Spandau Ballet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tubeway Army,
The Golliwogs,
James White and The Blacks,
Circle Jerks,
H. Thieme,
Iggy Pop,
Oblivians,
Pagans,
Mantronix,
Inner City,
Eurythmics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
June of 44,
Malaria!,
Oneida,
Flamin' Groovies,
Buzzcocks,
Johnny Clarke,
Nirvana,
The Fortunes,
Minor Threat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Severed Heads,
Kas Product,
The Gladiators,
The Skatalites,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Leaves,
Steve Hackett,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cal Tjader,
48th St. Collective,
Ornette Coleman,
Ludus,
Skriet,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fire Engines,
Peter and Kerry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Prince Buster,
Tomorrow,
Quando Quango,
Thee Headcoats,
Cameo,
Groovy Waters,
CMW,
The Slackers,
Sight & Sound,
Ten City,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.