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 Haiti 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Siglo XX to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Index,
Boredoms,
John Foxx,
Jeff Lynne,
cv313,
Robert Görl,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Toasters,
The Monks,
Dead Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tubeway Army,
Janne Schatter,
Popol Vuh,
Anakelly,
The Doors,
Symarip,
The Residents,
Little Man,
The Blues Magoos,
Hot Snakes,
Roy Ayers,
Infiniti,
Television,
John Coltrane,
Zero Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vladislav Delay,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unrelated Segments,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David Bowie,
Arthur Verocai,
Morten Harket,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Five Americans,
World's Most,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Kinks,
John Lydon,
Cecil Taylor,
Skaos,
Gang of Four,
The Tremeloes,
Main Source,
Soul Sonic Force,
Siglo XX,
The Offenders,
One Last Wish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
D'Angelo,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eve St. Jones,
The Slackers,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.