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 Burundi and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 The Beau Brummels to the crunk 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Saccharine Trust,
Brass Construction,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fire Engines,
Suicide,
Al Stewart,
Byron Stingily,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Schoolly D,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Outsiders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mr. Review,
June of 44,
Circle Jerks,
Fatback Band,
Royal Trux,
Chris Corsano,
Dawn Penn,
Tomorrow,
Television,
Pantytec,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Happenings,
The Associates,
Sandy B,
Loose Ends,
Funky Four + One,
Moby Grape,
Judy Mowatt,
Tubeway Army,
Surgeon,
X-Ray Spex,
Deepchord,
The Saints,
Yaz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aaron Thompson,
The Remains,
Lightning Bolt,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Smiths,
Gang Starr,
The Birthday Party,
Trumans Water,
R.M.O.,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jimmy McGriff,
Delta 5,
The Litter,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.