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 Estonia and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 Funkadelic 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Animal Collective,
Ludus,
Prince Buster,
Curtis Mayfield,
Darondo,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Audionom,
Chrome,
Freddie Wadling,
The Selecter,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mojo Men,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Zeros,
John Cale,
Nirvana,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun City Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Yusef Lateef,
EPMD,
Stockholm Monsters,
kango's stein massive,
The Cowsills,
John Lydon,
the Association,
Tears for Fears,
Visage,
Godley & Creme,
New Order,
Angry Samoans,
Electric Prunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gong,
The Misunderstood,
Grey Daturas,
The Residents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minnie Riperton,
Loose Ends,
Ultravox,
Buzzcocks,
Dennis Brown,
Joy Division,
Kayak,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Music Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-101,
Erykah Badu,
The American Breed,
Franke,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.