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 Zimbabwe and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Vogues to the rap 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare,
Janne Schatter,
Ludus,
Eric Copeland,
MC5,
The Gun Club,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cal Tjader,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Move,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Michelle Simonal,
Rites of Spring,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Malaria!,
the Swans,
Brothers Johnson,
The Human League,
The Black Dice,
10cc,
Mars,
Nico,
Supertramp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Tremeloes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harry Pussy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grey Daturas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultimate Spinach,
Adolescents,
Cameo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jacob Miller,
Aloha Tigers,
John Lydon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rod Modell,
Sun City Girls,
The Pop Group,
The Doobie Brothers,
Niagra,
Joensuu 1685,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Circle Jerks,
Alphaville,
Desert Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Subhumans,
Skarface,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lower 48,
Pussy Galore,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alison Limerick,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.