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 Italy and from London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 David McCallum to the electroclash 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sight & Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Cameo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Patti Smith,
Flipper,
Crooked Eye,
Moss Icon,
Brick,
Country Teasers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-101,
Fat Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Joe Smooth,
Susan Cadogan,
Duran Duran,
Jeff Mills,
OOIOO,
Angry Samoans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rod Modell,
The Index,
Blossom Toes,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mojo Men,
Silicon Teens,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
10cc,
Lou Christie,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amon Düül,
Shoche,
Television,
The Leaves,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Porter Ricks,
Minor Threat,
Rotary Connection,
PIL,
Reuben Wilson,
Model 500,
Gang Green,
Black Moon,
Scott Walker,
Theoretical Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Motorama,
Prince Buster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rakim,
Amazonics,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.