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 Sri Lanka 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Cymande to the funk 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
the Soft Cell,
Crooked Eye,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Hood,
Soft Cell,
Fluxion,
Porter Ricks,
MC5,
Sister Nancy,
EPMD,
Circle Jerks,
Todd Rundgren,
Half Japanese,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Martian,
Pulsallama,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arab on Radar,
Lucky Dragons,
The Raincoats,
PIL,
Carl Craig,
Dead Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
FM Einheit,
Visage,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bill Near,
Pere Ubu,
This Heat,
Boz Scaggs,
Popol Vuh,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fuzztones,
Aloha Tigers,
Wire,
Dennis Brown,
the Bar-Kays,
Sparks,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Foxx,
Max Romeo,
Motorama,
Silicon Teens,
Ludus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Niagra,
Fear,
Faust,
Sugar Minott,
Infiniti,
Eurythmics,
Quantec,
Jeff Mills,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mummies,
Spoonie Gee,
Jawbox,
Tim Buckley,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.