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 Saudi Arabia and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 OOIOO to the grunge 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
The Trojans,
Erykah Badu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roxette,
The Seeds,
Supertramp,
Sister Nancy,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Chris Corsano,
The Dirtbombs,
The Saints,
Aswad,
Chrome,
Robert Görl,
Henry Cow,
June of 44,
Circle Jerks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Red Krayola,
Bill Near,
Joy Division,
Tears for Fears,
Bootsy Collins,
FM Einheit,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Stooges,
The Residents,
Matthew Bourne,
The Searchers,
Fugazi,
The Moody Blues,
Scrapy,
Hashim,
Derrick May,
Arab on Radar,
Technova,
Y Pants,
The Cure,
Gang Starr,
Make Up,
Popol Vuh,
Marine Girls,
ABBA,
Icehouse,
Outsiders,
Moss Icon,
Skriet,
Lucky Dragons,
This Heat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
UT,
Average White Band,
L. Decosne,
The Mummies,
T. Rex,
Crooked Eye,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.