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 Monaco and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba 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 Warsaw 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Bad Manners,
Tomorrow,
The Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Pus,
Lou Christie,
The Busters,
The Modern Lovers,
Mandrill,
Eurythmics,
Deepchord,
The Happenings,
Glambeats Corp.,
Main Source,
The Monks,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Techniques,
Hasil Adkins,
Liliput,
Mad Mike,
The Skatalites,
Scratch Acid,
Pere Ubu,
Ossler,
Morten Harket,
Harpers Bizarre,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sound Behaviour,
Banda Bassotti,
Dark Day,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Coltrane,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Procol Harum,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brass Construction,
Black Sheep,
One Last Wish,
Agent Orange,
Delta 5,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chris & Cosey,
Johnny Clarke,
Minny Pops,
The Evens,
DNA,
Blossom Toes,
The Doors,
Soft Cell,
Isaac Hayes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Andrew Hill,
Moss Icon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Y Pants,
Kaleidoscope,
DJ Style,
Girls At Our Best!,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.