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 Mauritania and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Nils Olav to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Agitation Free,
Masters at Work,
Eurythmics,
The Smoke,
Tears for Fears,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Count Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Seeds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nico,
The Velvet Underground,
Joey Negro,
Janne Schatter,
Radio Birdman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
Skaos,
Brass Construction,
Sight & Sound,
Mandrill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
OOIOO,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Starr,
Jeru the Damaja,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liliput,
The Offenders,
The Neon Judgement,
The Happenings,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun Ra,
The Stooges,
Lakeside,
Minnie Riperton,
Technova,
Easy Going,
Kerrie Biddell,
Procol Harum,
Sugar Minott,
Amon Düül II,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Interpol,
Gang Green,
Quantec,
Boogie Down Productions,
This Heat,
Connie Case,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Barry Ungar,
New Age Steppers,
Slave,
Lucky Dragons,
Barrington Levy,
Bang On A Can,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.