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 Zambia and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the grunge 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pantytec,
the Slits,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
T. Rex,
Ultra Naté,
The Moleskins,
the Soft Cell,
Mad Mike,
Alison Limerick,
E-Dancer,
Negative Approach,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sonics,
The Young Rascals,
The Sound,
The Smiths,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Danielle Patucci,
The Slackers,
Hashim,
The Associates,
The Cramps,
cv313,
Eli Mardock,
Los Fastidios,
Unwound,
Roxette,
The Searchers,
Absolute Body Control,
Ice-T,
Cecil Taylor,
The Victims,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Angry Samoans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Porter Ricks,
L. Decosne,
Amon Düül II,
DNA,
Audionom,
Bill Wells,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Warren Ellis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Raincoats,
Rosa Yemen,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gun Club,
Massinfluence,
The Busters,
Half Japanese,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Suicide,
Maurizio,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.