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 Kiribati and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Tremeloes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sonics,
The Golliwogs,
the Swans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Absolute Body Control,
Bootsy Collins,
Lalann,
The Kinks,
Lucky Dragons,
Cymande,
The Doobie Brothers,
Howard Jones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
World's Most,
Ultravox,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ronan,
Joe Finger,
Jeff Mills,
Basic Channel,
The Evens,
The Fugs,
The Gladiators,
Nirvana,
Alton Ellis,
Eurythmics,
The Knickerbockers,
Todd Terry,
Gang Starr,
Electric Prunes,
Pagans,
Bob Dylan,
Kaleidoscope,
Lungfish,
Nik Kershaw,
Alison Limerick,
Dual Sessions,
Black Sheep,
Lakeside,
The Standells,
Joensuu 1685,
Amon Düül,
The Names,
The Litter,
Main Source,
Terry Callier,
Scrapy,
Skarface,
Black Bananas,
Iggy Pop,
Simply Red,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Young Rascals,
Sonic Youth,
The Victims,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Monks,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.