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 Singapore and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dawn Penn 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Absolute Body Control,
Silicon Teens,
Metal Thangz,
Sparks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chris Corsano,
A Certain Ratio,
Arthur Verocai,
Nas,
The Gories,
John Holt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Laurel Aitken,
Patti Smith,
The Cure,
Slick Rick,
The Fire Engines,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yusef Lateef,
The Barracudas,
Babytalk,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radio Birdman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bill Wells,
Talk Talk,
Delta 5,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tommy Roe,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Move,
John Lydon,
Scan 7,
The Selecter,
The Slits,
48th St. Collective,
Steve Hackett,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wire,
Erykah Badu,
Depeche Mode,
Sällskapet,
Stiv Bators,
Camberwell Now,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Star Department,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Accadde A,
The Litter,
Adolescents,
Brick,
Pagans,
The Human League,
Pylon,
Kaleidoscope,
The Busters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soft Machine,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.