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 Belarus and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scan 7 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hasil Adkins,
Eve St. Jones,
The Evens,
Quantec,
The Misunderstood,
Lower 48,
Au Pairs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Maurizio,
The Doors,
Basic Channel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Underground Resistance,
The Saints,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camberwell Now,
R.M.O.,
Eddi Front,
AZ,
The Fuzztones,
Eric Copeland,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arab on Radar,
Dark Day,
Wings,
Nirvana,
Delta 5,
Bluetip,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fluxion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scrapy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Swell Maps,
Arcadia,
Ituana,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fad Gadget,
Jeru the Damaja,
New Age Steppers,
The Pretty Things,
Derrick May,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kayak,
F. McDonald,
Ludus,
Maleditus Sound,
Chrome,
Blancmange,
KRS-One,
Lucky Dragons,
Hot Snakes,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.