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 Philippines and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Technova,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Delta 5,
The Five Americans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vainqueur,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fatback Band,
Scion,
Crime,
Bobby Womack,
Black Bananas,
Ken Boothe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Slave,
Dead Boys,
The Doors,
Television,
Jacques Brel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Echospace,
Symarip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Faust,
Letta Mbulu,
Main Source,
Supertramp,
Robert Görl,
Lou Christie,
The Golliwogs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roxette,
Nas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Das Ding,
The Fugs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kayak,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Foxx,
Oblivians,
The Cramps,
Juan Atkins,
Angry Samoans,
The Fire Engines,
Jacob Miller,
The Gories,
New Age Steppers,
The Moleskins,
The Beau Brummels,
Anakelly,
Susan Cadogan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mark Hollis,
This Heat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brand Nubian,
Massinfluence,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.