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 Guinea-Bissau and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Suicide to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Arcadia,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deakin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Johnny Clarke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
the Human League,
Ohio Players,
Brick,
Fear,
Deadbeat,
Scratch Acid,
Little Man,
Circle Jerks,
Sun Ra,
The Associates,
Avey Tare,
One Last Wish,
Essential Logic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Intrusion,
Jeff Lynne,
Q and Not U,
Stetsasonic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vainqueur,
Chrome,
Parry Music,
Procol Harum,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skaos,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Sherman,
In Retrospect,
Barry Ungar,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Gang Dance,
New York Dolls,
The Mummies,
the Soft Cell,
Andrew Hill,
New Order,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Derrick May,
Grey Daturas,
Idris Muhammad,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Clear Light,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Saints,
Angry Samoans,
Sound Behaviour,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moby Grape,
Ice-T,
Susan Cadogan,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.