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 Brazil and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Toni Rubio to the dance 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Section 25,
Warsaw,
Circle Jerks,
The Human League,
Wire,
The Dirtbombs,
Q and Not U,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare,
Albert Ayler,
Half Japanese,
Sonic Youth,
Henry Cow,
Technova,
La Düsseldorf,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aloha Tigers,
Ohio Players,
Easy Going,
Letta Mbulu,
The American Breed,
Mad Mike,
Franke,
Eric Copeland,
8 Eyed Spy,
AZ,
Radiohead,
June Days,
Lee Hazlewood,
Animal Collective,
Panda Bear,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roxy Music,
Amon Düül II,
Young Marble Giants,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cramps,
Make Up,
Yellowson,
Guru Guru,
Pantaleimon,
The Misunderstood,
Audionom,
Pere Ubu,
The Real Kids,
Grey Daturas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Kinks,
Little Man,
Freddie Wadling,
Harry Pussy,
MDC,
Jerry's Kids,
Quando Quango,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
10cc,
Chris & Cosey,
Danielle Patucci,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.