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 Zimbabwe and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cameo to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Sound Behaviour,
Agitation Free,
Minny Pops,
World's Most,
the Association,
Schoolly D,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nik Kershaw,
Lungfish,
Amazonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Saccharine Trust,
Oblivians,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Icehouse,
Rakim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tears for Fears,
Bob Dylan,
Scratch Acid,
Mandrill,
Q and Not U,
Jacques Brel,
Vladislav Delay,
Glenn Branca,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joy Division,
The Busters,
Morten Harket,
Black Pus,
Black Flag,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moss Icon,
Warren Ellis,
Flipper,
The Motions,
Ludus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gories,
The Alarm Clocks,
a-ha,
E-Dancer,
Sexual Harrassment,
8 Eyed Spy,
Circle Jerks,
Heaven 17,
The Evens,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fear,
Wasted Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Index,
Ornette Coleman,
The United States of America,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.