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 Somalia and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 The Alarm Clocks to the electroclash 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Harmonia,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Foxx,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Smiths,
The Fortunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Moody Blues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pantaleimon,
Hoover,
Cymande,
Ohio Players,
Mandrill,
Qualms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Evens,
Dave Gahan,
The Durutti Column,
Mars,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Pus,
The Happenings,
Flash Fearless,
Whodini,
Spoonie Gee,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Sherman,
Lalann,
Fear,
Gang of Four,
Underground Resistance,
Aaron Thompson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Das Ding,
Wire,
Maleditus Sound,
Pole,
Television Personalities,
Robert Hood,
Q65,
The Techniques,
Peter & Gordon,
L. Decosne,
Chrome,
The Associates,
The Tremeloes,
The Offenders,
Lucky Dragons,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Talk Talk,
Lungfish,
Morten Harket,
Ituana,
Rekid,
Janne Schatter,
Crooked Eye,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pylon,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.