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 Taiwan and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grauzone to the punk 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Girls At Our Best!,
Animal Collective,
Peter & Gordon,
Toni Rubio,
Moby Grape,
48th St. Collective,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Toasters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crash Course in Science,
Moss Icon,
The Residents,
The Pop Group,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare,
Carl Craig,
Joe Finger,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arab on Radar,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bill Wells,
Reuben Wilson,
The Barracudas,
Vladislav Delay,
Livin' Joy,
Khruangbin,
Marvin Gaye,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Red Krayola,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gladiators,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Green,
Soul II Soul,
Lalo Schifrin,
Byron Stingily,
Sun City Girls,
Agitation Free,
the Slits,
Youth Brigade,
Pantaleimon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Techniques,
Unwound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aural Exciters,
The Angels of Light,
Letta Mbulu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tomorrow,
Junior Murvin,
Masters at Work,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.