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 Thailand and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Outsiders to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric Copeland,
Black Sheep,
Mars,
Soft Cell,
Cybotron,
Jeff Mills,
These Immortal Souls,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moleskins,
Niagra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Sonics,
Janne Schatter,
KRS-One,
New Order,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed,
Max Romeo,
Loose Ends,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Groovy Waters,
David McCallum,
World's Most,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Isaac Hayes,
10cc,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Slick Rick,
Howard Jones,
X-101,
H. Thieme,
Faraquet,
Funkadelic,
Harmonia,
MC5,
The Litter,
Camouflage,
The Mummies,
Suburban Knight,
UT,
Junior Murvin,
Skriet,
Youth Brigade,
Urselle,
Marc Almond,
Jacques Brel,
Brand Nubian,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wings,
Nation of Ulysses,
Little Man,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Matthew Bourne,
FM Einheit,
Dawn Penn,
Lungfish,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.