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 Mauritania and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Josef K to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Isaac Hayes,
Monks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moebius,
Minny Pops,
Ronnie Foster,
The Blackbyrds,
Cameo,
Public Enemy,
Nik Kershaw,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Doors,
The Birthday Party,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marmalade,
L. Decosne,
Joy Division,
Robert Görl,
Black Pus,
The Fire Engines,
Radiopuhelimet,
David Axelrod,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
T. Rex,
Sixth Finger,
The Divine Comedy,
The Offenders,
The Fortunes,
Albert Ayler,
Fad Gadget,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
La Düsseldorf,
The Trojans,
Bronski Beat,
New York Dolls,
Skarface,
The Dave Clark Five,
Can,
Radiohead,
Ice-T,
Warren Ellis,
Desert Stars,
Model 500,
PIL,
The Knickerbockers,
The Human League,
Suicide,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Golliwogs,
The Toasters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
kango's stein massive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mad Mike,
The Names,
This Heat,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Hood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bush Tetras,
The New Christs,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.