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 Czech Republic and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 Charles Mingus to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
MC5,
Flipper,
The Tremeloes,
New Order,
Neu!,
Lalann,
Warren Ellis,
The Selecter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dawn Penn,
Stiv Bators,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barry Ungar,
Todd Terry,
the Human League,
Robert Görl,
Darondo,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Busters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Iggy Pop,
The Skatalites,
The Real Kids,
Guru Guru,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Interpol,
The Moleskins,
Pantaleimon,
Cameo,
Shuggie Otis,
Make Up,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Theoretical Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Inner City,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Misunderstood,
Lindisfarne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Last Poets,
Blossom Toes,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Divine Comedy,
Cal Tjader,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rakim,
Visage,
Bob Dylan,
Agitation Free,
Electric Prunes,
OOIOO,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Happenings,
Bobby Sherman,
Rufus Thomas,
Camouflage,
The Alarm Clocks,
L. Decosne,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.