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 Norway and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Velvet Underground to the rock 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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
The Buckinghams,
The Slits,
Jeff Mills,
Vladislav Delay,
Crime,
Danielle Patucci,
Nick Fraelich,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
World's Most,
Sound Behaviour,
Matthew Halsall,
Flash Fearless,
Jimmy McGriff,
Funkadelic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Desert Stars,
Heaven 17,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Television,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Durutti Column,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Japan,
Davy DMX,
China Crisis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dead C,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nation of Ulysses,
B.T. Express,
The New Christs,
Trumans Water,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Echospace,
Archie Shepp,
Eli Mardock,
Arthur Verocai,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Blues Magoos,
Man Eating Sloth,
Whodini,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Lydon,
Kas Product,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
CMW,
Niagra,
The Mojo Men,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Young Marble Giants,
Roxette,
Sight & Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Knickerbockers,
Half Japanese,
Junior Murvin,
Subhumans,
Mars,
The Moody Blues,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.