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 Tajikistan and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Intrusion 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rapeman,
OOIOO,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crash Course in Science,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lyres,
the Sonics,
The Happenings,
DNA,
Agitation Free,
Peter & Gordon,
The Toasters,
Au Pairs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Whodini,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grey Daturas,
Radio Birdman,
Matthew Halsall,
Chris Corsano,
Radiohead,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter and Kerry,
Monolake,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Names,
Ronnie Foster,
The Litter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Groovy Waters,
The Pop Group,
Magazine,
Nirvana,
The Smoke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deadbeat,
Newcleus,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed,
Suburban Knight,
China Crisis,
Ultravox,
The Smiths,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Human League,
Blancmange,
FM Einheit,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.