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 Nepal and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roxette to the techno 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gastr Del Sol,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
T.S.O.L.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Urselle,
F. McDonald,
Lindisfarne,
Scientists,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Music Machine,
Minny Pops,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eden Ahbez,
Can,
Simply Red,
10cc,
The Cramps,
a-ha,
Susan Cadogan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tommy Roe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pole,
Mary Jane Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Skarface,
Yazoo,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Pretty Things,
Groovy Waters,
The Dirtbombs,
Marmalade,
Stereo Dub,
Black Bananas,
Aloha Tigers,
Cal Tjader,
Ten City,
The Gap Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rufus Thomas,
Supertramp,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quadrant,
Camberwell Now,
Johnny Osbourne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Judy Mowatt,
Brick,
Depeche Mode,
Anakelly,
Matthew Halsall,
Dawn Penn,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.