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 Samoa and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sandy B to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Starr,
One Last Wish,
The Trojans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harry Pussy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Soft Cell,
Niagra,
Japan,
Shoche,
The Sound,
Erasure,
The Fire Engines,
Radiopuhelimet,
Symarip,
X-Ray Spex,
ABBA,
Roger Hodgson,
the Human League,
Suburban Knight,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Moody Blues,
Mo-Dettes,
The Buckinghams,
Goldenarms,
Model 500,
The Fuzztones,
Derrick Morgan,
Desert Stars,
UT,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mantronix,
Adolescents,
Cal Tjader,
Lungfish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fortunes,
Harmonia,
Easy Going,
Gang of Four,
The Neon Judgement,
Scott Walker,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scientists,
Duran Duran,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wasted Youth,
The Busters,
Q65,
Lucky Dragons,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Byrd,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Heaven 17,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.