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 London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sonics to the crunk 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Crime,
Magazine,
F. McDonald,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
ABC,
Blancmange,
The Barracudas,
Faust,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roxy Music,
JFA,
Black Sheep,
Ten City,
The Monochrome Set,
The Black Dice,
Subhumans,
Hardrive,
Quadrant,
D'Angelo,
The Angels of Light,
Au Pairs,
Juan Atkins,
Barrington Levy,
Toni Rubio,
Das Ding,
Dennis Brown,
Japan,
Black Bananas,
Mad Mike,
The Neon Judgement,
Marc Almond,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
LL Cool J,
The Zeros,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
MDC,
The Blackbyrds,
The Leaves,
Electric Prunes,
Technova,
Tres Demented,
Second Layer,
Scratch Acid,
Section 25,
The Divine Comedy,
Johnny Clarke,
Mantronix,
The Star Department,
Ohio Players,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eurythmics,
Heaven 17,
Flash Fearless,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cheater Slicks,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.