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 United Kingdom and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Nirvana to the techno 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band 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?
Whodini,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Electric Prunes,
Grauzone,
Kerri Chandler,
Arthur Verocai,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gichy Dan,
Idris Muhammad,
Nas,
LL Cool J,
Los Fastidios,
Reuben Wilson,
Alice Coltrane,
Byron Stingily,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alton Ellis,
The Raincoats,
Stetsasonic,
The Trojans,
Saccharine Trust,
Camouflage,
Alphaville,
Blake Baxter,
Tubeway Army,
The Young Rascals,
Rhythm & Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Circle Jerks,
Donald Byrd,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aswad,
Tom Boy,
Cheater Slicks,
Infiniti,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cosmic Jokers,
U.S. Maple,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bronski Beat,
Shuggie Otis,
The Residents,
The American Breed,
Thee Headcoats,
Symarip,
Talk Talk,
The Invisible,
The United States of America,
Quantec,
Amon Düül,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Swell Maps,
Monolake,
Suicide,
Animal Collective,
Qualms,
Von Mondo,
Ponytail,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.