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 Botswana and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 Pylon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Malaria!,
The Mummies,
Absolute Body Control,
Vladislav Delay,
Amon Düül II,
Duran Duran,
Monks,
Second Layer,
Electric Prunes,
Cameo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Charles Mingus,
The Cure,
The Barracudas,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Associates,
Roger Hodgson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Swans,
Sonic Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
Ice-T,
The Red Krayola,
Chris Corsano,
Ohio Players,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Reagan Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
PIL,
Ossler,
Scan 7,
Harry Pussy,
Intrusion,
Junior Murvin,
Althea and Donna,
Altered Images,
Tears for Fears,
Stiv Bators,
Blancmange,
Johnny Osbourne,
Khruangbin,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Womack,
The Standells,
Suburban Knight,
Das Ding,
Nils Olav,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Animal Collective,
Country Teasers,
The Cowsills,
Minor Threat,
Fear,
Tomorrow,
Index,
Little Man,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fatback Band,
Jawbox,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.