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 Hungary and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Bad Manners to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Aswad,
The Litter,
Tropical Tobacco,
8 Eyed Spy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Banda Bassotti,
Television Personalities,
The Busters,
Zero Boys,
Maurizio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chrome,
Brothers Johnson,
Letta Mbulu,
Mr. Review,
Sight & Sound,
Amazonics,
Pere Ubu,
The Knickerbockers,
Sex Pistols,
The Electric Prunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Real Kids,
The Fortunes,
Barrington Levy,
Procol Harum,
Organ,
Cybotron,
Arab on Radar,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
Malaria!,
The Fall,
AZ,
Swell Maps,
Motorama,
Dennis Brown,
Jandek,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deakin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dave Gahan,
Marc Almond,
The Trojans,
The New Christs,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Au Pairs,
Television,
Goldenarms,
Charles Mingus,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.