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 El Salvador and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Reuben Wilson to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Lakeside,
Fatback Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Byrd,
Young Marble Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
Youth Brigade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wally Richardson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scratch Acid,
The Detroit Cobras,
Derrick Morgan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
June Days,
The Sonics,
The Gories,
Ronan,
Alphaville,
Maleditus Sound,
The Misunderstood,
The Evens,
Essential Logic,
Maurizio,
Tres Demented,
Leonard Cohen,
Ituana,
Rosa Yemen,
One Last Wish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Adolescents,
Pantaleimon,
Franke,
Erasure,
Camouflage,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Throbbing Gristle,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scion,
Bush Tetras,
Jawbox,
Deadbeat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Index,
Roxette,
Jacob Miller,
Hashim,
The Moody Blues,
Sixth Finger,
Roy Ayers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Animal Collective,
the Swans,
MDC,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Absolute Body Control,
David Bowie,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wolf Eyes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.