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 Finland and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Steve Hackett,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Accadde A,
Mandrill,
Smog,
the Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hoover,
Talk Talk,
Minny Pops,
Jeff Mills,
Flamin' Groovies,
Suicide,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Maurizio,
Todd Rundgren,
Tres Demented,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Hood,
Ronan,
The Cowsills,
Television Personalities,
Eric Dolphy,
Newcleus,
Darondo,
Franke,
a-ha,
10cc,
Quando Quango,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pole,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fire Engines,
Radio Birdman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Slits,
Lalo Schifrin,
Procol Harum,
Davy DMX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jacob Miller,
Inner City,
Amazonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Johnny Clarke,
Faust,
Dual Sessions,
KRS-One,
Jerry's Kids,
Camouflage,
Chris & Cosey,
kango's stein massive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mummies,
Basic Channel,
Mission of Burma,
Kerri Chandler,
World's Most,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.