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 Fiji and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 the Fania All-Stars 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Buzzcocks,
Television Personalities,
John Foxx,
David McCallum,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thompson Twins,
The American Breed,
Dennis Brown,
Lightning Bolt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Reuben Wilson,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Christie,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dark Day,
Frankie Knuckles,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric Copeland,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Bar-Kays,
Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Average White Band,
Maurizio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Spoonie Gee,
The Tremeloes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lakeside,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wally Richardson,
Royal Trux,
Grey Daturas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Funkadelic,
Brand Nubian,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Motions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Modern Lovers,
Cybotron,
Alphaville,
The Young Rascals,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun City Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Black Sheep,
Young Marble Giants,
The Invisible,
Kenny Larkin,
Amon Düül,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.