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 Tajikistan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Camberwell Now to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Zeros,
Gastr Del Sol,
Metal Thangz,
Section 25,
H. Thieme,
Pantaleimon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Reagan Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Liliput,
Lyres,
Roy Ayers,
Organ,
Tommy Roe,
MDC,
Stereo Dub,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vladislav Delay,
Crime,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minutemen,
Michelle Simonal,
Adolescents,
CMW,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Move,
Jacob Miller,
New York Dolls,
Chrome,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crooked Eye,
Agitation Free,
The Gories,
Radio Birdman,
Pussy Galore,
The Stooges,
Bluetip,
Camouflage,
Cheater Slicks,
Half Japanese,
Visage,
Prince Buster,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Soft Cell,
Bill Near,
Rapeman,
Kevin Saunderson,
In Retrospect,
Johnny Osbourne,
ABBA,
Bootsy Collins,
Spoonie Gee,
Q65,
Sandy B,
Gang Green,
Circle Jerks,
Brothers Johnson,
Index,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.