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 Zimbabwe and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Human League to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
H. Thieme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
U.S. Maple,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
Derrick May,
These Immortal Souls,
Hardrive,
Bootsy Collins,
Anakelly,
Godley & Creme,
Yaz,
Barbara Tucker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ituana,
Nas,
Accadde A,
Eve St. Jones,
Agent Orange,
Alphaville,
Faraquet,
Deepchord,
Piero Umiliani,
Adolescents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Little Man,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sight & Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Selecter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wings,
EPMD,
Cluster,
The Pretty Things,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Leaves,
The Last Poets,
Excepter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Massinfluence,
Sun City Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Dark Day,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Christie,
Das Ding,
Neil Young,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Move,
Eddi Front,
Los Fastidios,
Public Enemy,
La Düsseldorf,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.