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 Sudan and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scrapy to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
the Sonics,
DJ Sneak,
Fluxion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The New Christs,
Soulsonic Force,
LL Cool J,
Roxette,
Black Pus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Derrick Morgan,
Prince Buster,
Procol Harum,
Ossler,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Pop Group,
Arthur Verocai,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Knickerbockers,
Rapeman,
Goldenarms,
The American Breed,
Japan,
The Monochrome Set,
Cymande,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Steve Hackett,
Boredoms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Barracudas,
Black Moon,
The Martian,
Camouflage,
Franke,
the Swans,
Faust,
Alton Ellis,
Suburban Knight,
The Neon Judgement,
Brass Construction,
The Cowsills,
Sarah Menescal,
John Holt,
Depeche Mode,
Parry Music,
Vladislav Delay,
Sight & Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cluster,
The Standells,
Soft Cell,
This Heat,
Aloha Tigers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Technova,
Gang of Four,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.