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 Guinea-Bissau 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 The Modern Lovers to the grime 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Television,
Crime,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Essential Logic,
Chris Corsano,
Royal Trux,
The Five Americans,
Soft Cell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The United States of America,
Connie Case,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sex Pistols,
The Grass Roots,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Talk Talk,
Bush Tetras,
Tomorrow,
Ken Boothe,
Slick Rick,
cv313,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Sheep,
Subhumans,
World's Most,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Susan Cadogan,
Sixth Finger,
Hashim,
Mark Hollis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Depeche Mode,
kango's stein massive,
June of 44,
The Mojo Men,
Amazonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Yazoo,
A Certain Ratio,
The Smiths,
Moby Grape,
Alton Ellis,
Tubeway Army,
Das Ding,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arcadia,
Minny Pops,
Jacob Miller,
Dennis Brown,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Spoonie Gee,
Rosa Yemen,
The Toasters,
Yaz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.