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 Liechtenstein and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Monks to the disco 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
The Young Rascals,
The Blackbyrds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Magma,
Joe Smooth,
Magazine,
Anthony Braxton,
The Monks,
The Tremeloes,
Brothers Johnson,
Rakim,
Archie Shepp,
Suicide,
La Düsseldorf,
Ten City,
Neil Young,
Grauzone,
Hasil Adkins,
Talk Talk,
Rod Modell,
Cymande,
The Offenders,
Carl Craig,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The J.B.'s,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Porter Ricks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eurythmics,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Smiths,
Soul II Soul,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
The Seeds,
Bill Near,
Visage,
Todd Rundgren,
Colin Newman,
Dual Sessions,
The Pop Group,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vladislav Delay,
Excepter,
Cluster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Section 25,
the Germs,
Davy DMX,
Bob Dylan,
Blancmange,
Susan Cadogan,
Motorama,
Roger Hodgson,
Joy Division,
Buzzcocks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tres Demented,
The Last Poets,
U.S. Maple,
Whodini,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.