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 Hungary and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Index to the dance 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Gabor Szabo,
Motorama,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Angels of Light,
Scrapy,
Maurizio,
Sixth Finger,
the Germs,
Ultravox,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Qualms,
Hashim,
Inner City,
Jawbox,
Altered Images,
John Lydon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bluetip,
Erykah Badu,
Section 25,
The Techniques,
Roxy Music,
Yazoo,
Babytalk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hardrive,
These Immortal Souls,
K-Klass,
Josef K,
Deepchord,
Faust,
Blancmange,
Jeff Lynne,
Ronnie Foster,
cv313,
Arab on Radar,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roxette,
Faraquet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Banda Bassotti,
the Normal,
Agent Orange,
The Real Kids,
New Order,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harmonia,
Crash Course in Science,
Aloha Tigers,
Yellowson,
Q and Not U,
Kenny Larkin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kurtis Blow,
Scott Walker,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Junior Murvin,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.