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 Serbia and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 The Saints to the electroclash 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
The New Christs,
Bad Manners,
Alice Coltrane,
L. Decosne,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Pop Group,
Ponytail,
48th St. Collective,
Connie Case,
MDC,
Blancmange,
The Moleskins,
Robert Hood,
DJ Style,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minor Threat,
Q65,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skaos,
Black Bananas,
The Busters,
Althea and Donna,
Eric Dolphy,
Bill Near,
Can,
Jerry's Kids,
Harpers Bizarre,
Derrick Morgan,
Janne Schatter,
Schoolly D,
Drive Like Jehu,
James White and The Blacks,
ABBA,
Sparks,
Roger Hodgson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wally Richardson,
X-Ray Spex,
Anakelly,
The Kinks,
Archie Shepp,
Niagra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Monks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alison Limerick,
Theoretical Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wasted Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Birthday Party,
The Fall,
Simply Red,
the Human League,
Tom Boy,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sonics,
Quando Quango,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.