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 Belgium and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the techno 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Albert Ayler,
Royal Trux,
Depeche Mode,
Barclay James Harvest,
Toni Rubio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nirvana,
the Swans,
Minny Pops,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Funky Four + One,
Oblivians,
Fugazi,
Tubeway Army,
Warren Ellis,
The Count Five,
Mad Mike,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maleditus Sound,
Ice-T,
Blancmange,
Byron Stingily,
The Kinks,
Mission of Burma,
Rosa Yemen,
Urselle,
John Coltrane,
Duran Duran,
Jerry's Kids,
Pussy Galore,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Warsaw,
The Vogues,
The Raincoats,
Darondo,
China Crisis,
Ten City,
The Saints,
The Trojans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Al Stewart,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sound Behaviour,
Swans,
Yusef Lateef,
Gong,
Thompson Twins,
Flipper,
Pantaleimon,
The Fire Engines,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Glenn Branca,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Happenings,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott Heron,
Los Fastidios,
Zero Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.