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 Cambodia and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Morten Harket,
Eden Ahbez,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Saints,
Bad Manners,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sonics,
Fatback Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
This Heat,
Radio Birdman,
the Soft Cell,
Godley & Creme,
Crime,
Pussy Galore,
Buzzcocks,
The Skatalites,
Ken Boothe,
The Fugs,
Hardrive,
Pagans,
Colin Newman,
Lakeside,
Laurel Aitken,
Brothers Johnson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Underground Resistance,
The Mummies,
Symarip,
Mars,
Ohio Players,
Piero Umiliani,
Metal Thangz,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pulsallama,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Görl,
Bluetip,
Kenny Larkin,
The Victims,
Supertramp,
Susan Cadogan,
Maurizio,
Black Flag,
Guru Guru,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Raincoats,
Animal Collective,
Minnie Riperton,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Monks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Excepter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kas Product,
L. Decosne,
Judy Mowatt,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.