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 Cyprus and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare 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 Rod Modell to the dance 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Harry Pussy,
Agent Orange,
Dennis Brown,
Qualms,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moebius,
In Retrospect,
Magma,
Mad Mike,
Crispy Ambulance,
Charles Mingus,
The Zeros,
Fela Kuti,
Lalo Schifrin,
Interpol,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Erykah Badu,
Mandrill,
Youth Brigade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Morten Harket,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Patti Smith,
Vainqueur,
The Cramps,
Nirvana,
Junior Murvin,
Intrusion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fuzztones,
Scratch Acid,
Flash Fearless,
The Trojans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare,
Tomorrow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Altered Images,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aural Exciters,
Mr. Review,
The Doors,
Skaos,
Terry Callier,
The Neon Judgement,
Bob Dylan,
Michelle Simonal,
Dawn Penn,
Subhumans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
10cc,
Drexciya,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.