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 South Africa and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the grunge 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Ronan 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
DNA,
Nils Olav,
Oblivians,
Bobby Byrd,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cybotron,
Livin' Joy,
Peter and Kerry,
Kas Product,
The Shadows of Knight,
Don Cherry,
Moby Grape,
Subhumans,
Boz Scaggs,
Arthur Verocai,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Buckinghams,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sonics,
The Moleskins,
The Vogues,
Surgeon,
ABC,
Boredoms,
Wolf Eyes,
The Count Five,
Wire,
Pussy Galore,
Deadbeat,
Sparks,
Outsiders,
Ponytail,
Johnny Clarke,
Deakin,
The American Breed,
Aaron Thompson,
Brand Nubian,
Derrick May,
cv313,
Lakeside,
The Motions,
The Zeros,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Essential Logic,
Fela Kuti,
Carl Craig,
Al Stewart,
Crash Course in Science,
Simply Red,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Electric Prunes,
Technova,
Make Up,
Model 500,
Half Japanese,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.