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 Cuba and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Interpol to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
the Soft Cell,
Colin Newman,
Joey Negro,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Connie Case,
Wasted Youth,
Tres Demented,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Associates,
Mo-Dettes,
Marmalade,
Wally Richardson,
the Human League,
The Real Kids,
Joensuu 1685,
Alton Ellis,
Graham Central Station,
10cc,
Grandmaster Flash,
Banda Bassotti,
Don Cherry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter and Kerry,
Dawn Penn,
Groovy Waters,
The Five Americans,
DJ Sneak,
The Gories,
John Holt,
Heaven 17,
DJ Style,
T.S.O.L.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The American Breed,
The Slits,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bauhaus,
Todd Rundgren,
A Flock of Seagulls,
cv313,
Nas,
Sugar Minott,
Unwound,
R.M.O.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Josef K,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fortunes,
Ponytail,
Iggy Pop,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chris & Cosey,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oblivians,
Animal Collective,
Max Romeo,
Prince Buster,
Donald Byrd,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.