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 Togo and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Zapp to the techno 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Clear Light,
Simply Red,
Anakelly,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Young Marble Giants,
The Slackers,
Gichy Dan,
Qualms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
PIL,
Flipper,
Sarah Menescal,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hoover,
Youth Brigade,
Organ,
Freddie Wadling,
Ponytail,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dead C,
Black Flag,
Model 500,
The Stooges,
The Leaves,
Radiohead,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
La Düsseldorf,
The Red Krayola,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Knickerbockers,
Jawbox,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gladiators,
The Angels of Light,
Massinfluence,
Procol Harum,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marc Almond,
Roxette,
The Move,
Leonard Cohen,
Television Personalities,
The Velvet Underground,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sonic Youth,
Pierre Henry,
Faust,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harmonia,
In Retrospect,
Wire,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Niagra,
Roger Hodgson,
Oneida,
Echospace,
Camouflage,
Con Funk Shun,
Ludus,
Grauzone,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.