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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Warsaw to the grime 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Soul II Soul,
China Crisis,
Excepter,
Index,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Bananas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
L. Decosne,
Ronan,
Black Sheep,
The Names,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mr. Review,
Animal Collective,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fat Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Iggy Pop,
Lalann,
The Moleskins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Babytalk,
Johnny Clarke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Soft Cell,
Can,
John Coltrane,
Ten City,
The Offenders,
The Selecter,
The Slits,
Section 25,
Make Up,
The Victims,
Organ,
Stiv Bators,
AZ,
Pere Ubu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yellowson,
Neil Young,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Green,
Lightning Bolt,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cure,
Matthew Halsall,
Bootsy Collins,
Darondo,
Sexual Harrassment,
The J.B.'s,
Boz Scaggs,
Underground Resistance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tres Demented,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Raincoats,
Moss Icon,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.