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 Russia and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
The Gun Club,
Motorama,
Faust,
Pylon,
The Misunderstood,
Skarface,
The Flesh Eaters,
Slave,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gladiators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Names,
Porter Ricks,
The Divine Comedy,
Flipper,
Bizarre Inc.,
Agent Orange,
Stetsasonic,
The American Breed,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amon Düül,
Easy Going,
Yazoo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Franke,
Kayak,
Eddi Front,
Grandmaster Flash,
Funkadelic,
Roxette,
Public Enemy,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Sheep,
Kerrie Biddell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Swans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kevin Saunderson,
Q and Not U,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Görl,
Quando Quango,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Toasters,
Mantronix,
Icehouse,
Charles Mingus,
Shuggie Otis,
48th St. Collective,
Ultra Naté,
The Sonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Hood,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Human League,
The United States of America,
The Move,
Fatback Band,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.