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 Bangladesh and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rod Modell to the punk 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
The Grass Roots,
Laurel Aitken,
Maurizio,
Loose Ends,
The Beau Brummels,
LL Cool J,
Piero Umiliani,
Moby Grape,
John Coltrane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Slick Rick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minny Pops,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blancmange,
Zapp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Interpol,
Wings,
Marvin Gaye,
Brothers Johnson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hashim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cameo,
Oblivians,
X-102,
Jacques Brel,
Marc Almond,
MC5,
The Fortunes,
Godley & Creme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Youth Brigade,
The Fall,
Ten City,
The Dirtbombs,
U.S. Maple,
Ponytail,
The Divine Comedy,
This Heat,
F. McDonald,
The Happenings,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Residents,
Stockholm Monsters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spoonie Gee,
Nick Fraelich,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pere Ubu,
Skriet,
Eurythmics,
Siglo XX,
Procol Harum,
Robert Görl,
The Gap Band,
The Kinks,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.