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 Switzerland and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Niagra to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Ken Boothe,
Q65,
Eden Ahbez,
Todd Terry,
a-ha,
Cybotron,
Robert Görl,
Amon Düül II,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Last Poets,
Kaleidoscope,
Marvin Gaye,
Judy Mowatt,
Kenny Larkin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ronnie Foster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wings,
Porter Ricks,
Spoonie Gee,
La Düsseldorf,
Juan Atkins,
Howard Jones,
Organ,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scion,
ABBA,
Josef K,
Pulsallama,
Sex Pistols,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Liliput,
Maurizio,
Mad Mike,
Sight & Sound,
The Fortunes,
Gang Green,
Ultravox,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tom Boy,
Drexciya,
Simply Red,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gladiators,
Joe Smooth,
Ralphi Rosario,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Modern Lovers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scrapy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gun Club,
The Residents,
Motorama,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harmonia,
Mars,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.