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 Belize and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 cv313 to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Masters at Work,
Lower 48,
Sugar Minott,
Arab on Radar,
The Real Kids,
The Seeds,
Camberwell Now,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
kango's stein massive,
Angry Samoans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed,
The Leaves,
Rosa Yemen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Juan Atkins,
Erykah Badu,
Roxette,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Walker Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
Blake Baxter,
Scan 7,
Tubeway Army,
Soft Cell,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Beau Brummels,
The Modern Lovers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Green,
Brothers Johnson,
Skaos,
Theoretical Girls,
EPMD,
Steve Hackett,
The Toasters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cecil Taylor,
Japan,
Black Moon,
Main Source,
The Searchers,
Connie Case,
The United States of America,
Gabor Szabo,
Khruangbin,
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yusef Lateef,
Fat Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Brick,
Blancmange,
Morten Harket,
Ten City,
The Birthday Party,
Barbara Tucker,
U.S. Maple,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.