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 Mongolia and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 Radiopuhelimet to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Audionom,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Monolake,
Franke,
John Coltrane,
Crime,
Kurtis Blow,
Ronnie Foster,
Minutemen,
T. Rex,
Peter & Gordon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roxy Music,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eli Mardock,
Al Stewart,
Boredoms,
the Germs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Guru Guru,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Red Krayola,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mr. Review,
Patti Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
Fat Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mojo Men,
Unwound,
Accadde A,
Essential Logic,
Hashim,
Gong,
Charles Mingus,
Warren Ellis,
Surgeon,
John Holt,
KRS-One,
Rod Modell,
Neu!,
R.M.O.,
The Saints,
Chris & Cosey,
Joensuu 1685,
Ituana,
Erykah Badu,
Index,
Sugar Minott,
Brand Nubian,
Yaz,
Circle Jerks,
Section 25,
Livin' Joy,
the Normal,
Roxette,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.