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 Somalia and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Zapp to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
The Move,
Schoolly D,
The Monks,
Monks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Flag,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Y Pants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roger Hodgson,
Simply Red,
Sarah Menescal,
Mantronix,
The Victims,
Jerry's Kids,
Ten City,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultra Naté,
Franke,
One Last Wish,
Bill Near,
Basic Channel,
Derrick May,
The Cramps,
Deadbeat,
David McCallum,
The Angels of Light,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blancmange,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alton Ellis,
Lakeside,
Hashim,
The Cure,
Agent Orange,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Womack,
Television,
Bob Dylan,
Aswad,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Grass Roots,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crooked Eye,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Siglo XX,
Barry Ungar,
Nick Fraelich,
The Electric Prunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Chris Corsano,
Fluxion,
The Remains,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.