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 Jordan and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Happenings 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
Stetsasonic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sixth Finger,
Alphaville,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Althea and Donna,
Rotary Connection,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Angry Samoans,
Alison Limerick,
Chris Corsano,
Fear,
Godley & Creme,
Rufus Thomas,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
James White and The Blacks,
Bronski Beat,
Monolake,
Zapp,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare,
Marc Almond,
the Slits,
Barrington Levy,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Pus,
B.T. Express,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dorothy Ashby,
Idris Muhammad,
The Smoke,
The Fuzztones,
Lindisfarne,
The Remains,
Loose Ends,
Malaria!,
Country Teasers,
The Leaves,
MDC,
Von Mondo,
PIL,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amazonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Buckinghams,
Roxy Music,
Fela Kuti,
Colin Newman,
Dark Day,
The Residents,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Trumans Water,
Radiohead,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gories,
Quando Quango,
Wire,
Letta Mbulu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.