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 Korea North and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Blancmange to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Minny Pops,
Slave,
The Count Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Schoolly D,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ten City,
The Red Krayola,
Eric Dolphy,
Graham Central Station,
World's Most,
Main Source,
Amazonics,
Metal Thangz,
Blancmange,
Funky Four + One,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Trojans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lindisfarne,
Sonic Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skarface,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Echospace,
Boz Scaggs,
Cymande,
Stiv Bators,
Flamin' Groovies,
La Düsseldorf,
Johnny Clarke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cal Tjader,
Blake Baxter,
The Velvet Underground,
Swans,
The Fuzztones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joe Smooth,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Wyatt,
Davy DMX,
The Monks,
The Skatalites,
The Dave Clark Five,
Swell Maps,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Todd Terry,
Terry Callier,
X-102,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeff Lynne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Guru Guru,
Section 25,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.