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 Italy and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Michael McDonald 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 Desert Stars to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
James Chance & The Contortions,
FM Einheit,
Robert Hood,
Leonard Cohen,
DNA,
Faust,
Crispy Ambulance,
CMW,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Bill Wells,
F. McDonald,
Joe Smooth,
Pylon,
Quando Quango,
Al Stewart,
Kas Product,
David Bowie,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ludus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Y Pants,
Shuggie Otis,
Suicide,
June of 44,
Spandau Ballet,
Marine Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Knickerbockers,
Livin' Joy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pussy Galore,
Supertramp,
Joensuu 1685,
Sister Nancy,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott Heron,
Porter Ricks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scratch Acid,
Eve St. Jones,
Reagan Youth,
Chris Corsano,
Television Personalities,
B.T. Express,
Ronan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Maurizio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mantronix,
Black Sheep,
Alphaville,
Ornette Coleman,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.