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 Honduras and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the dance 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grey Daturas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
T. Rex,
Byron Stingily,
Wasted Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arthur Verocai,
Monks,
Model 500,
Robert Hood,
Soft Cell,
Rufus Thomas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sex Pistols,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amazonics,
Hoover,
Bill Wells,
Stereo Dub,
Amon Düül II,
Jeff Mills,
Main Source,
Ultra Naté,
Interpol,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Symarip,
Morten Harket,
Eric Dolphy,
Rakim,
The Invisible,
Sonic Youth,
June Days,
Cameo,
Tres Demented,
Make Up,
Spoonie Gee,
Blancmange,
The Walker Brothers,
Y Pants,
Mission of Burma,
OOIOO,
Clear Light,
Niagra,
Trumans Water,
Graham Central Station,
Motorama,
Marvin Gaye,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arab on Radar,
Chris & Cosey,
Dark Day,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.