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 Germany and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Suburban Knight to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Vogues,
Radiopuhelimet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Todd Rundgren,
The Black Dice,
H. Thieme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pere Ubu,
The Last Poets,
In Retrospect,
Iggy Pop,
The Zeros,
Roxy Music,
Bob Dylan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacob Miller,
Infiniti,
Mars,
Scientists,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flipper,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blossom Toes,
Ornette Coleman,
Babytalk,
Unrelated Segments,
Tres Demented,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oneida,
Fat Boys,
Lou Christie,
Ituana,
Altered Images,
the Human League,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sonics,
The Count Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Slits,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Searchers,
Wings,
Bush Tetras,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mark Hollis,
Yellowson,
Surgeon,
Cymande,
Bad Manners,
Kaleidoscope,
Joyce Sims,
Clear Light,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.