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 Togo and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Lightning Bolt to the techno 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
The Birthday Party,
The Sonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
T.S.O.L.,
Von Mondo,
The Dead C,
Sugar Minott,
Deepchord,
Thee Headcoats,
Barclay James Harvest,
Isaac Hayes,
Spoonie Gee,
Flipper,
Pharoah Sanders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cramps,
Darondo,
Country Teasers,
Section 25,
Tres Demented,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rod Modell,
Yellowson,
Cal Tjader,
Tubeway Army,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grauzone,
Iggy Pop,
Rosa Yemen,
Quando Quango,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joe Finger,
John Cale,
Soft Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Steve Hackett,
OOIOO,
the Fania All-Stars,
Television,
Black Moon,
Procol Harum,
Neu!,
Fluxion,
Jerry's Kids,
Outsiders,
Aaron Thompson,
Smog,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neil Young,
Fear,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultravox,
Cameo,
Pere Ubu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Letta Mbulu,
Maleditus Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.