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 Croatia and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Niagra to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Suburban Knight,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eddi Front,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cecil Taylor,
Japan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pierre Henry,
F. McDonald,
Flipper,
Ronan,
Zero Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thee Headcoats,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amon Düül,
The Toasters,
Sister Nancy,
Sound Behaviour,
Dennis Brown,
Charles Mingus,
Nirvana,
Kerri Chandler,
Chrome,
Banda Bassotti,
Rosa Yemen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Zapp,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wings,
Avey Tare,
B.T. Express,
Massinfluence,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Johnny Clarke,
Grauzone,
Absolute Body Control,
The Beau Brummels,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Monochrome Set,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cybotron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harmonia,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ken Boothe,
Wire,
Bobby Byrd,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Slackers,
The Dave Clark Five,
cv313,
Monks,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.