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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
The Residents,
Kevin Saunderson,
MC5,
Marc Almond,
Severed Heads,
Howard Jones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Patti Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cramps,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
La Düsseldorf,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Porter Ricks,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Star Department,
Bush Tetras,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mars,
Sandy B,
Moby Grape,
Subhumans,
The American Breed,
Ronnie Foster,
Arab on Radar,
Unwound,
AZ,
ABBA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Cale,
the Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Von Mondo,
The Toasters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Graham Central Station,
Organ,
The Slackers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dave Gahan,
the Sonics,
Cecil Taylor,
Yusef Lateef,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-Ray Spex,
The Buckinghams,
Unrelated Segments,
Sam Rivers,
Quando Quango,
Man Eating Sloth,
Albert Ayler,
a-ha,
Alphaville,
The Last Poets,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.