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 Kazakhstan and from Manchester.
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 Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 The Busters to the crunk 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
The Flesh Eaters,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Slits,
Graham Central Station,
Alice Coltrane,
Leonard Cohen,
World's Most,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Intrusion,
The Velvet Underground,
Sound Behaviour,
The Happenings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hasil Adkins,
The Divine Comedy,
Monolake,
Radio Birdman,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sound,
Franke,
Smog,
Traffic Nightmare,
Symarip,
The Electric Prunes,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Faraquet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Toni Rubio,
Interpol,
Harmonia,
Maurizio,
The United States of America,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zero Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Goldenarms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sonic Youth,
H. Thieme,
Sandy B,
Funkadelic,
Royal Trux,
Aural Exciters,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gladiators,
The Victims,
Quando Quango,
The Mummies,
Godley & Creme,
Eden Ahbez,
Gabor Szabo,
Television,
Wings,
Junior Murvin,
Silicon Teens,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.