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 Ethiopia and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Holger Czukay 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 Scan 7 to the rock 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
10cc,
Ultimate Spinach,
Desert Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Graham Central Station,
Henry Cow,
June Days,
Lou Christie,
Ohio Players,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed,
Fad Gadget,
Inner City,
Soulsonic Force,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dead C,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stetsasonic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Green,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Angry Samoans,
Arcadia,
Reuben Wilson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
The United States of America,
Magma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Surgeon,
Negative Approach,
Harmonia,
Bauhaus,
The Human League,
UT,
Oneida,
Absolute Body Control,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gabor Szabo,
Laurel Aitken,
JFA,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mummies,
The Divine Comedy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fear,
Donny Hathaway,
Hardrive,
Q65,
Depeche Mode,
Subhumans,
Mad Mike,
OOIOO,
The Buckinghams,
Swans,
Robert Hood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Derrick May,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pulsallama,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.