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 Mauritius and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Toasters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Slits,
Zapp,
Darondo,
Freddie Wadling,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mummies,
Essential Logic,
Ohio Players,
ABC,
the Association,
New York Dolls,
The Cowsills,
The Durutti Column,
Spandau Ballet,
Idris Muhammad,
The Human League,
Gichy Dan,
Unwound,
David McCallum,
Ornette Coleman,
Scott Walker,
Ultravox,
Bronski Beat,
Scion,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Move,
The Invisible,
The Dirtbombs,
Visage,
Newcleus,
Infiniti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sex Pistols,
The Wake,
H. Thieme,
Fatback Band,
MC5,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gladiators,
The Cramps,
Smog,
Lalann,
Stiv Bators,
Stereo Dub,
The Buckinghams,
Wings,
Eden Ahbez,
Deadbeat,
Davy DMX,
Television Personalities,
Das Ding,
Terry Callier,
Maurizio,
Shoche,
Underground Resistance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ronan,
Bill Near,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.