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 Belgium and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Nico to the funk 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
cv313,
OOIOO,
Popol Vuh,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mojo Men,
Procol Harum,
Nik Kershaw,
Gabor Szabo,
Marmalade,
Royal Trux,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Japan,
The Human League,
Eurythmics,
PIL,
Eric B and Rakim,
Donald Byrd,
Mantronix,
Davy DMX,
Alison Limerick,
Bad Manners,
Boredoms,
Soul II Soul,
Al Stewart,
Gastr Del Sol,
Altered Images,
The Move,
The Standells,
The Gladiators,
The Doors,
Deakin,
Babytalk,
Gichy Dan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eden Ahbez,
Tommy Roe,
The Wake,
Stetsasonic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Star Department,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Angels of Light,
Cheater Slicks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
KRS-One,
Arthur Verocai,
Los Fastidios,
Can,
The Trojans,
Gong,
Colin Newman,
Liliput,
Mo-Dettes,
Niagra,
Ponytail,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Roger Hodgson,
Negative Approach,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.