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 Croatia and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Michael McDonald 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 Eric Copeland to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Alphaville,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Half Japanese,
Babytalk,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultravox,
Roxy Music,
Scrapy,
Adolescents,
Hasil Adkins,
Michelle Simonal,
Ice-T,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
AZ,
Black Pus,
Todd Rundgren,
The Index,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Khruangbin,
Cecil Taylor,
The Smoke,
Pantaleimon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Ossler,
Fela Kuti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Five Americans,
Skriet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eden Ahbez,
The Doobie Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Pussy Galore,
The Buckinghams,
Interpol,
The Fall,
Barry Ungar,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Leonard Cohen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fad Gadget,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Byrd,
Massinfluence,
New Order,
Nirvana,
Al Stewart,
Royal Trux,
The Searchers,
Aural Exciters,
Lightning Bolt,
The Blues Magoos,
Icehouse,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
F. McDonald,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camouflage,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.