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 St Lucia and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Letta Mbulu to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
Pagans,
The J.B.'s,
Amon Düül II,
The Names,
Yaz,
Scratch Acid,
Saccharine Trust,
The American Breed,
Heaven 17,
The Trojans,
Marvin Gaye,
Rakim,
Wolf Eyes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tears for Fears,
The Beau Brummels,
Reuben Wilson,
The Remains,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cramps,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Knickerbockers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kurtis Blow,
The Selecter,
Subhumans,
Bang On A Can,
Donald Byrd,
The Golliwogs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare,
Nils Olav,
Bad Manners,
The Count Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nirvana,
Stereo Dub,
Warsaw,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dead Boys,
Slick Rick,
Negative Approach,
Shoche,
Suicide,
the Bar-Kays,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aswad,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minor Threat,
Steve Hackett,
Slave,
Scrapy,
New York Dolls,
Smog,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.