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 Ireland and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pussy Galore to the jazz 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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marine Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crooked Eye,
Blossom Toes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tres Demented,
Simply Red,
In Retrospect,
Black Sheep,
Newcleus,
Janne Schatter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Audionom,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Electric Prunes,
Hot Snakes,
June Days,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Matthew Halsall,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Copeland,
Radio Birdman,
the Normal,
Japan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Moleskins,
Television,
Black Flag,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camberwell Now,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
L. Decosne,
The Velvet Underground,
Bauhaus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Byron Stingily,
The Gories,
Soul II Soul,
Delta 5,
Flamin' Groovies,
Godley & Creme,
Zapp,
X-102,
Electric Prunes,
Ludus,
Television Personalities,
Prince Buster,
Danielle Patucci,
Swell Maps,
Hashim,
Mad Mike,
Saccharine Trust,
Sonny Sharrock,
Das Ding,
Swans,
The Mummies,
Altered Images,
Kerri Chandler,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Associates,
Todd Terry,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.