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 Mongolia and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Lou Reed 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 Hoover to the grime 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
T. Rex,
kango's stein massive,
Roy Ayers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Symarip,
Andrew Hill,
Roxette,
Swell Maps,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fugs,
the Germs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Man Parrish,
Dead Boys,
Guru Guru,
Faraquet,
Fat Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fort Wilson Riot,
JFA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
The Star Department,
Bill Wells,
The Searchers,
Black Bananas,
The Fire Engines,
The Stooges,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rod Modell,
Cymande,
Tropical Tobacco,
Theoretical Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Newcleus,
Talk Talk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wire,
The Seeds,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Busters,
The American Breed,
Brick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DJ Sneak,
La Düsseldorf,
David Axelrod,
Duran Duran,
The Offenders,
Babytalk,
The Doors,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Moon,
Colin Newman,
Japan,
Ituana,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thompson Twins,
The Walker Brothers,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.