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 Kuwait and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the punk 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Silicon Teens,
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy Collins,
Marvin Gaye,
Tommy Roe,
The Stooges,
KRS-One,
Amon Düül,
New Order,
Jeff Lynne,
Hardrive,
The Young Rascals,
Barclay James Harvest,
The J.B.'s,
the Human League,
Kayak,
Glenn Branca,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hoover,
The Sonics,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Byrd,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ten City,
Shoche,
Avey Tare,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dead Boys,
Altered Images,
Zero Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Sonic Youth,
Tomorrow,
UT,
Sugar Minott,
Newcleus,
The Searchers,
Todd Terry,
Skarface,
Vainqueur,
Yaz,
Japan,
Alice Coltrane,
Godley & Creme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pierre Henry,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
Infiniti,
Second Layer,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
a-ha,
Aloha Tigers,
Joey Negro,
Monolake,
Moebius,
Section 25,
The Litter,
The Slackers,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.