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 Colombia and from London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 40 Watt.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brass Construction,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeff Mills,
Wire,
ABBA,
Arcadia,
Shoche,
B.T. Express,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
DJ Sneak,
Vainqueur,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Moody Blues,
Organ,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scan 7,
Lungfish,
Eve St. Jones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Anakelly,
Excepter,
Lakeside,
The Martian,
Joy Division,
R.M.O.,
The Kinks,
Circle Jerks,
Black Bananas,
T.S.O.L.,
The Toasters,
Absolute Body Control,
Ossler,
Roxette,
The Last Poets,
Fatback Band,
Stetsasonic,
LL Cool J,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Das Ding,
PIL,
Donny Hathaway,
In Retrospect,
Funkadelic,
Erasure,
Can,
The Techniques,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roger Hodgson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Subhumans,
Pole,
Eric Dolphy,
Rekid,
Man Eating Sloth,
Warsaw,
The Wake,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Unrelated Segments,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.