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 Marshall Islands and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sex Pistols to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Carl Craig,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arcadia,
The Martian,
the Swans,
Clear Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mummies,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Womack,
Nico,
Audionom,
The Black Dice,
The Buckinghams,
Rites of Spring,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Starr,
The Cramps,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cymande,
Shoche,
Section 25,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quando Quango,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tubeway Army,
The Pop Group,
World's Most,
Bootsy Collins,
Visage,
AZ,
Loose Ends,
Tim Buckley,
kango's stein massive,
Goldenarms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Organ,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yaz,
The Trojans,
Yazoo,
Barbara Tucker,
Monks,
Procol Harum,
Monolake,
Altered Images,
Bauhaus,
DJ Sneak,
Thee Headcoats,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Porter Ricks,
Faust,
Niagra,
Livin' Joy,
The Associates,
Charles Mingus,
Roxy Music,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fire Engines,
Don Cherry,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.