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 Slovenia and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 John Holt to the grime 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Hoover,
Icehouse,
Terrestrial Tones,
T.S.O.L.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Bush Tetras,
Marvin Gaye,
The Searchers,
The Slits,
The Zeros,
Joey Negro,
Steve Hackett,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David Bowie,
Bauhaus,
Clear Light,
Erasure,
D'Angelo,
Minnie Riperton,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Darondo,
The Slackers,
Jacob Miller,
Tomorrow,
Minutemen,
Groovy Waters,
B.T. Express,
Quando Quango,
Sonny Sharrock,
Josef K,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bill Near,
Unwound,
Kerri Chandler,
Country Teasers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
World's Most,
The Buckinghams,
Pantaleimon,
Peter & Gordon,
John Cale,
The Pretty Things,
David Axelrod,
The Gap Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soulsonic Force,
Marmalade,
Jeff Lynne,
Ken Boothe,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cramps,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Howard Jones,
Lower 48,
Camouflage,
Saccharine Trust,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.