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 Grenada and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Silicon Teens to the rap 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Minny Pops,
Pantytec,
Neil Young,
F. McDonald,
The Human League,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bang On A Can,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fluxion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
R.M.O.,
Echospace,
the Normal,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wasted Youth,
The Pretty Things,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mo-Dettes,
Thee Headcoats,
Deepchord,
Stetsasonic,
Grey Daturas,
The Fire Engines,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Groovy Waters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skriet,
The Doors,
Youth Brigade,
Drexciya,
Neu!,
Absolute Body Control,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mars,
The Dirtbombs,
Rapeman,
Panda Bear,
Schoolly D,
Pere Ubu,
X-102,
One Last Wish,
Guru Guru,
Con Funk Shun,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Piero Umiliani,
Theoretical Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amon Düül,
X-101,
Johnny Osbourne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Technova,
Clear Light,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dave Gahan,
China Crisis,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.