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 Australia and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Faraquet to the crunk 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neil Young,
Albert Ayler,
The Fugs,
8 Eyed Spy,
David Axelrod,
Dennis Brown,
The Last Poets,
Duran Duran,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
H. Thieme,
Bronski Beat,
Sarah Menescal,
The Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
Terry Callier,
Derrick May,
Amazonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Fad Gadget,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Severed Heads,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Negative Approach,
Pagans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mantronix,
Thompson Twins,
The Fortunes,
Surgeon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Count Five,
Underground Resistance,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mojo Men,
Sällskapet,
Tubeway Army,
Deakin,
The Residents,
Suicide,
The Young Rascals,
The Litter,
Skarface,
The Stooges,
Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX,
Buzzcocks,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Remains,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.