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 Libya 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Amon Düül II to the grime 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Half Japanese,
Agent Orange,
The Mummies,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DJ Sneak,
Mad Mike,
Ken Boothe,
Anthony Braxton,
Moss Icon,
Janne Schatter,
Kaleidoscope,
The Knickerbockers,
Suicide,
Jeff Mills,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gap Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aswad,
Cal Tjader,
Neil Young,
The Doors,
Hasil Adkins,
Pole,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bluetip,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Foxx,
Mo-Dettes,
Depeche Mode,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sonic Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Remains,
Panda Bear,
The American Breed,
The Evens,
R.M.O.,
Johnny Clarke,
Jawbox,
Subhumans,
Supertramp,
La Düsseldorf,
Aaron Thompson,
The Motions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Warsaw,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Moleskins,
Neu!,
The Count Five,
Tres Demented,
David McCallum,
Scott Walker,
Con Funk Shun,
Shoche,
Marvin Gaye,
Joensuu 1685,
Lalann,
The Slackers,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.