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 United Kingdom and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Hot Snakes to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fortunes,
Television Personalities,
the Slits,
Kool Moe Dee,
U.S. Maple,
Anthony Braxton,
Circle Jerks,
KRS-One,
Television,
The Buckinghams,
Eli Mardock,
Avey Tare,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mark Hollis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Au Pairs,
The Neon Judgement,
EPMD,
the Swans,
The Associates,
The Residents,
The Toasters,
Tommy Roe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wings,
Massinfluence,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crooked Eye,
Brick,
Warsaw,
The Red Krayola,
John Coltrane,
Wally Richardson,
Average White Band,
Gang Green,
Matthew Bourne,
In Retrospect,
New Age Steppers,
Von Mondo,
10cc,
Harry Pussy,
The Gories,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Liliput,
Lindisfarne,
Funky Four + One,
Skriet,
Eddi Front,
Accadde A,
Reagan Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
Bill Near,
Underground Resistance,
Franke,
Derrick Morgan,
Zero Boys,
Agent Orange,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cramps,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.