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 Vietnam and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 Tomorrow to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Sun City Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bill Near,
Black Flag,
Robert Görl,
Roxette,
Michelle Simonal,
Whodini,
Easy Going,
John Cale,
Main Source,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Adolescents,
8 Eyed Spy,
Althea and Donna,
Radiopuhelimet,
LL Cool J,
The Dead C,
The Gap Band,
Interpol,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Henry Cow,
Rekid,
The Fire Engines,
Funkadelic,
Lucky Dragons,
Animal Collective,
Quadrant,
The Real Kids,
Depeche Mode,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scientists,
Marvin Gaye,
Mark Hollis,
Moby Grape,
Sugar Minott,
Groovy Waters,
Bang On A Can,
Pere Ubu,
Gabor Szabo,
Neil Young,
Loose Ends,
Eddi Front,
Suburban Knight,
Barrington Levy,
Rod Modell,
X-Ray Spex,
Metal Thangz,
Lower 48,
T.S.O.L.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Khruangbin,
Wally Richardson,
Joe Finger,
The Knickerbockers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.