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 Solomon Islands and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Roxy Music to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Excepter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DNA,
Public Enemy,
John Holt,
The Move,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
Negative Approach,
Barbara Tucker,
Lightning Bolt,
Country Teasers,
Moby Grape,
Tubeway Army,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Desert Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fear,
The Index,
Avey Tare,
Tommy Roe,
Can,
The Fugs,
Piero Umiliani,
Massinfluence,
Dennis Brown,
Stiv Bators,
Erasure,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Tremeloes,
Unrelated Segments,
Spandau Ballet,
Animal Collective,
Johnny Clarke,
Loose Ends,
E-Dancer,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gap Band,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Guru Guru,
Whodini,
Todd Rundgren,
Bootsy Collins,
Nation of Ulysses,
China Crisis,
Fad Gadget,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aloha Tigers,
Isaac Hayes,
Tears for Fears,
Kaleidoscope,
Wasted Youth,
The Busters,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gladiators,
June Days,
Kerrie Biddell,
Half Japanese,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.