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 Colombia and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Icehouse to the jazz 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
The Mummies,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Youth Brigade,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quando Quango,
Joensuu 1685,
Tommy Roe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Circle Jerks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cheater Slicks,
Mad Mike,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gap Band,
Main Source,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Angels of Light,
Half Japanese,
Junior Murvin,
Brass Construction,
Hardrive,
Peter and Kerry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Davy DMX,
Connie Case,
John Cale,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scan 7,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Sheep,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Porter Ricks,
Goldenarms,
Stiv Bators,
The Move,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gichy Dan,
DNA,
Dorothy Ashby,
June of 44,
Throbbing Gristle,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Monolake,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Starr,
Bauhaus,
Mark Hollis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nation of Ulysses,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Lynne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Matthew Halsall,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marine Girls,
Basic Channel,
The Dead C,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.