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 the UAE and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gladiators to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aaron Thompson,
EPMD,
Delta 5,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Görl,
Amazonics,
Bronski Beat,
Mantronix,
Scientists,
Amon Düül,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roger Hodgson,
Tomorrow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Martian,
Bill Wells,
Lightning Bolt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Associates,
Mr. Review,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joy Division,
The Last Poets,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Byrd,
Crime,
Soft Cell,
Donny Hathaway,
the Bar-Kays,
Main Source,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Moody Blues,
F. McDonald,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Underground Resistance,
Minny Pops,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Franke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rotary Connection,
The Techniques,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terrestrial Tones,
David Axelrod,
Tommy Roe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Television Personalities,
Robert Wyatt,
The Seeds,
The Black Dice,
The Blues Magoos,
Swans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare,
Popol Vuh,
Michelle Simonal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.