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 El Salvador 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Dave Clark Five to the grunge 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Brass Construction,
Godley & Creme,
Pere Ubu,
The Move,
48th St. Collective,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Bar-Kays,
Flash Fearless,
Jandek,
Von Mondo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ludus,
Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
E-Dancer,
Siglo XX,
The Gun Club,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Au Pairs,
Spandau Ballet,
Soulsonic Force,
Dave Gahan,
Cheater Slicks,
Minny Pops,
Brothers Johnson,
The Offenders,
David Axelrod,
Jeff Lynne,
Talk Talk,
Arthur Verocai,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Smoke,
Wasted Youth,
Fugazi,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lucky Dragons,
Archie Shepp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Susan Cadogan,
Monolake,
Grey Daturas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Agitation Free,
Marc Almond,
Quando Quango,
Zero Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Trumans Water,
Kayak,
Judy Mowatt,
Fela Kuti,
Black Bananas,
Alison Limerick,
The Residents,
Warsaw,
The Buckinghams,
Leonard Cohen,
Scientists,
The Fortunes,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.