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 Ethiopia and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Captain Beefheart 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 L. Decosne to the techno 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sex Pistols,
Tomorrow,
OOIOO,
Alison Limerick,
Adolescents,
China Crisis,
Cybotron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fire Engines,
Minutemen,
Amon Düül,
Essential Logic,
Skaos,
CMW,
Goldenarms,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rosa Yemen,
Kaleidoscope,
X-Ray Spex,
Harry Pussy,
The Young Rascals,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wasted Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacob Miller,
Henry Cow,
Quando Quango,
Skarface,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Raincoats,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Accadde A,
Lalo Schifrin,
Negative Approach,
Bootsy Collins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grey Daturas,
Stereo Dub,
Pere Ubu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Underground Resistance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joensuu 1685,
The Associates,
The Victims,
Joy Division,
The Human League,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dave Gahan,
Heaven 17,
Deadbeat,
Brand Nubian,
Josef K,
Surgeon,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.