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 Gambia and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Stetsasonic to the techno 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Al Stewart,
Deadbeat,
Rufus Thomas,
Marine Girls,
The Doors,
Black Pus,
Sonic Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
The New Christs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Half Japanese,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Angry Samoans,
Can,
Lalann,
Dave Gahan,
Minny Pops,
MC5,
Nik Kershaw,
Radiohead,
Con Funk Shun,
The Motions,
Soulsonic Force,
Organ,
Moebius,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Foxx,
Wire,
Kas Product,
Bobby Byrd,
Moby Grape,
The Evens,
Simply Red,
Outsiders,
Tears for Fears,
U.S. Maple,
Scratch Acid,
Chrome,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pet Shop Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Country Teasers,
Gang Starr,
The Red Krayola,
K-Klass,
Royal Trux,
Roger Hodgson,
Faust,
Crooked Eye,
Saccharine Trust,
Amon Düül II,
Delta 5,
Graham Central Station,
Supertramp,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.