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 Morocco and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Robert Palmer 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 Adolescents to the rap 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bad Manners,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slick Rick,
Porter Ricks,
Nico,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Smiths,
Ossler,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pere Ubu,
Tommy Roe,
Animal Collective,
Jeff Mills,
Public Enemy,
the Germs,
Siglo XX,
Nick Fraelich,
Charles Mingus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sällskapet,
Niagra,
Interpol,
8 Eyed Spy,
Echospace,
The New Christs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
UT,
Mandrill,
Stereo Dub,
The Fire Engines,
Joe Finger,
The Five Americans,
Organ,
Gang Green,
Gregory Isaacs,
Loose Ends,
The Birthday Party,
Unwound,
Dual Sessions,
The Remains,
Circle Jerks,
New York Dolls,
Intrusion,
Fad Gadget,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alton Ellis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nik Kershaw,
Lyres,
The Invisible,
kango's stein massive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Henry Cow,
Kenny Larkin,
Lakeside,
the Bar-Kays,
Neu!,
David McCallum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.