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 Singapore and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Robert Wyatt to the disco 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Second Layer,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wire,
Camberwell Now,
Zero Boys,
Adolescents,
Swans,
Faraquet,
The Standells,
Robert Görl,
Black Sheep,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pantaleimon,
The Index,
Kerri Chandler,
DNA,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aswad,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hot Snakes,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Wyatt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Popol Vuh,
Talk Talk,
Wasted Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nas,
Erasure,
Idris Muhammad,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scott Walker,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Henry Cow,
Pulsallama,
Sex Pistols,
The Kinks,
The Zeros,
Joey Negro,
The Velvet Underground,
Japan,
Malaria!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radio Birdman,
Juan Atkins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
10cc,
New Order,
Stetsasonic,
Liliput,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pussy Galore,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-102,
Lightning Bolt,
Swell Maps,
Subhumans,
Circle Jerks,
Infiniti,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.