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 Mongolia and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Average White Band to the electroclash 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
The Cowsills,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aswad,
Scratch Acid,
Bootsy Collins,
The Real Kids,
AZ,
Dave Gahan,
Das Ding,
Bill Near,
Sight & Sound,
Visage,
The United States of America,
Juan Atkins,
Agitation Free,
June Days,
the Swans,
The Smoke,
Minnie Riperton,
Crispy Ambulance,
Derrick Morgan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echospace,
Matthew Halsall,
Ohio Players,
Moebius,
Unwound,
Faust,
Al Stewart,
Excepter,
The Music Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
Symarip,
Bronski Beat,
Khruangbin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Section 25,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Bananas,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Suburban Knight,
Hot Snakes,
Adolescents,
Rufus Thomas,
Can,
The Standells,
The J.B.'s,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Curtis Mayfield,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mandrill,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ossler,
Metal Thangz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Big Daddy Kane,
Man Parrish,
Kurtis Blow,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.