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 East Timor and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Zero Boys to the grime 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blossom Toes,
Mark Hollis,
Electric Prunes,
Parry Music,
Hoover,
Bobby Sherman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sound Behaviour,
Matthew Bourne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Toasters,
Babytalk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Real Kids,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Zeros,
Faraquet,
Iggy Pop,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Grass Roots,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Technova,
Warren Ellis,
Amon Düül II,
Rites of Spring,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ituana,
Jacques Brel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yellowson,
Rufus Thomas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Second Layer,
A Certain Ratio,
the Bar-Kays,
John Holt,
The Barracudas,
The Fortunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Shoche,
Sam Rivers,
Japan,
KRS-One,
Nirvana,
The Velvet Underground,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Absolute Body Control,
E-Dancer,
Flash Fearless,
MDC,
Popol Vuh,
The Fall,
The Neon Judgement,
Magma,
Cal Tjader,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Delta 5,
The Leaves,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.