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 San Marino 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Subhumans 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crash Course in Science,
Sarah Menescal,
Flash Fearless,
Mantronix,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skriet,
Little Man,
Tom Boy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harry Pussy,
Sun City Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marc Almond,
Bluetip,
Johnny Clarke,
The Blackbyrds,
Neu!,
Negative Approach,
X-Ray Spex,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Moon,
Sam Rivers,
Bush Tetras,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ten City,
Von Mondo,
Lou Christie,
Average White Band,
The Tremeloes,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Index,
Easy Going,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stiv Bators,
Malaria!,
Whodini,
Byron Stingily,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Selecter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Zapp,
Albert Ayler,
Oblivians,
New York Dolls,
Altered Images,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aural Exciters,
Marmalade,
The Black Dice,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chrome,
Scrapy,
The Busters,
The Saints,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.