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 India and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Bar-Kays to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Toni Rubio,
Bill Near,
Kerrie Biddell,
Index,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cal Tjader,
OOIOO,
Hasil Adkins,
Procol Harum,
AZ,
Jeff Lynne,
Suicide,
Colin Newman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Bananas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
MC5,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eve St. Jones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Don Cherry,
FM Einheit,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Human League,
Little Man,
Ossler,
Basic Channel,
Gichy Dan,
Subhumans,
Royal Trux,
cv313,
The Cowsills,
David McCallum,
Skaos,
Blancmange,
The Moody Blues,
Radiohead,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eurythmics,
Soft Cell,
Ornette Coleman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Searchers,
Brand Nubian,
Agent Orange,
The Smiths,
Wasted Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bob Dylan,
David Bowie,
Loose Ends,
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.