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 Finland and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Lydon 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Arcadia,
Davy DMX,
Severed Heads,
Erykah Badu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fear,
Patti Smith,
Minny Pops,
The Motions,
John Holt,
The Invisible,
Dave Gahan,
Glenn Branca,
Ossler,
Masters at Work,
The Flesh Eaters,
These Immortal Souls,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Byrd,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Leonard Cohen,
Scan 7,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moss Icon,
Underground Resistance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pere Ubu,
Jeff Lynne,
Camberwell Now,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed,
The Gladiators,
Vainqueur,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Swans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Clear Light,
Eli Mardock,
The Skatalites,
Rosa Yemen,
Laurel Aitken,
Marvin Gaye,
Swell Maps,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Metal Thangz,
Graham Central Station,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scion,
The Grass Roots,
Au Pairs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Durutti Column,
Aural Exciters,
The Neon Judgement,
Man Parrish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wolf Eyes,
The Wake,
Monks,
Rakim,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.