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 Philippines and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Howard Jones to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
The Standells,
The Associates,
Roy Ayers,
Ituana,
The Smiths,
Bizarre Inc.,
EPMD,
Angry Samoans,
Bronski Beat,
Mo-Dettes,
Wings,
Rakim,
Audionom,
LL Cool J,
F. McDonald,
The Monks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Anakelly,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Maurizio,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Golliwogs,
Joe Smooth,
Pagans,
Circle Jerks,
X-Ray Spex,
Carl Craig,
In Retrospect,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
CMW,
Moss Icon,
Livin' Joy,
Davy DMX,
Ponytail,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blossom Toes,
Quadrant,
Sight & Sound,
Black Pus,
Duran Duran,
Neu!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Juan Atkins,
the Swans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Erykah Badu,
Wally Richardson,
Mad Mike,
David McCallum,
Josef K,
Nation of Ulysses,
Icehouse,
Warren Ellis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.