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 Micronesia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare 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 Marmalade to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Al Stewart,
Gang of Four,
Eden Ahbez,
June Days,
Siglo XX,
Essential Logic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sam Rivers,
Blancmange,
Lindisfarne,
Can,
F. McDonald,
Amon Düül II,
Tears for Fears,
The Slackers,
Chris & Cosey,
These Immortal Souls,
Rites of Spring,
Urselle,
Subhumans,
Ohio Players,
T.S.O.L.,
Fat Boys,
Donald Byrd,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bush Tetras,
This Heat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Reuben Wilson,
Swans,
Joey Negro,
Soul Sonic Force,
Archie Shepp,
Stiv Bators,
Laurel Aitken,
R.M.O.,
Neil Young,
The New Christs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gap Band,
Ten City,
Godley & Creme,
Thee Headcoats,
Ludus,
Franke,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Womack,
Deakin,
The J.B.'s,
X-101,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Walker Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fatback Band,
Ossler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mission of Burma,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Theoretical Girls,
Minny Pops,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.