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 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 David Bowie 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 Avey Tare to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Main Source,
Tubeway Army,
The Birthday Party,
Soul II Soul,
Arcadia,
The Music Machine,
Faraquet,
Crime,
The Gories,
Soft Cell,
Wasted Youth,
R.M.O.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Searchers,
The Doors,
Accadde A,
Ultravox,
Infiniti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dead C,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Bananas,
Angry Samoans,
The Neon Judgement,
Metal Thangz,
The Gladiators,
The Smiths,
Unwound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mary Jane Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
The Monochrome Set,
A Certain Ratio,
Guru Guru,
China Crisis,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gun Club,
Bauhaus,
Loose Ends,
Jacob Miller,
Pet Shop Boys,
KRS-One,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Christie,
Boz Scaggs,
Ronan,
Public Enemy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Man Eating Sloth,
Average White Band,
Zero Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amon Düül II,
Funkadelic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crooked Eye,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.