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 China and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
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 theremin 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 The Young Rascals to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Amazonics,
DJ Sneak,
Bad Manners,
Darondo,
Ronnie Foster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flipper,
Yaz,
Unrelated Segments,
Dave Gahan,
Fela Kuti,
Todd Rundgren,
The Walker Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Slackers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Skatalites,
Henry Cow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Slave,
Soul II Soul,
AZ,
Tim Buckley,
Arcadia,
Country Teasers,
Boredoms,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gories,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Suicide,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeru the Damaja,
Agent Orange,
Organ,
Prince Buster,
Letta Mbulu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Christie,
Lee Hazlewood,
LL Cool J,
Model 500,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Toni Rubio,
Rotary Connection,
The Cramps,
Zero Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gabor Szabo,
Reagan Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Parry Music,
Essential Logic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.