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 Oman 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Deakin 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Bill Wells,
Gichy Dan,
Tomorrow,
New York Dolls,
Scrapy,
Procol Harum,
The Zeros,
Bill Near,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Index,
John Lydon,
the Germs,
The Birthday Party,
The Moody Blues,
Ludus,
The Angels of Light,
Tres Demented,
Pole,
Depeche Mode,
AZ,
Deepchord,
Laurel Aitken,
The Beau Brummels,
Boz Scaggs,
The Slits,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aural Exciters,
Peter & Gordon,
The Young Rascals,
Wally Richardson,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Move,
Mad Mike,
Arab on Radar,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rufus Thomas,
MC5,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
World's Most,
Ultra Naté,
Delta 5,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jesper Dahlback,
Albert Ayler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Surgeon,
Bad Manners,
One Last Wish,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Slackers,
Kurtis Blow,
Deadbeat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Au Pairs,
Swans,
Jerry's Kids,
Barrington Levy,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.