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 Lithuania and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Tomorrow to the grunge 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Von Mondo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thompson Twins,
Howard Jones,
Hardrive,
Yellowson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Green,
Zapp,
The Beau Brummels,
Eddi Front,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pierre Henry,
The Raincoats,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Technova,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Slits,
F. McDonald,
The Neon Judgement,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
These Immortal Souls,
Fad Gadget,
Gerry Rafferty,
Negative Approach,
EPMD,
Eric B and Rakim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Monolake,
In Retrospect,
Skriet,
The Motions,
Sparks,
X-102,
Visage,
The Blues Magoos,
The Grass Roots,
Suicide,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Echospace,
Skaos,
Whodini,
KRS-One,
Guru Guru,
T. Rex,
The Victims,
Lyres,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camouflage,
Television,
Sonic Youth,
Bill Near,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Henry Cow,
The Blackbyrds,
Al Stewart,
Outsiders,
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.