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 Venezuela and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Minny Pops to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Bronski Beat,
T.S.O.L.,
Faust,
Minny Pops,
Rod Modell,
A Certain Ratio,
Fear,
Johnny Osbourne,
Excepter,
Skriet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flash Fearless,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Big Daddy Kane,
Urselle,
The American Breed,
The Smoke,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lakeside,
Pagans,
Kayak,
Marc Almond,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
48th St. Collective,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sound,
Davy DMX,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grey Daturas,
Deakin,
The Seeds,
John Lydon,
Roxette,
Pantytec,
Stiv Bators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sixth Finger,
Niagra,
Althea and Donna,
Wire,
Scott Walker,
Eric Dolphy,
David McCallum,
Rapeman,
The Divine Comedy,
Moss Icon,
Nirvana,
Cymande,
Toni Rubio,
June Days,
The Black Dice,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cybotron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arab on Radar,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arcadia,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.