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 Micronesia and from London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Hot Snakes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Piero Umiliani,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Byrd,
Cheater Slicks,
Drexciya,
Ronan,
Sight & Sound,
Agent Orange,
Rufus Thomas,
Marvin Gaye,
Reuben Wilson,
Scrapy,
Organ,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Toasters,
Darondo,
The Sonics,
Mandrill,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Panda Bear,
Ken Boothe,
Grauzone,
Underground Resistance,
T. Rex,
Mars,
Lou Christie,
The Vogues,
Kaleidoscope,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Lydon,
Quantec,
Second Layer,
Bobby Womack,
Brass Construction,
Crime,
DNA,
The Names,
Vladislav Delay,
Easy Going,
Ultravox,
The Remains,
Roger Hodgson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flipper,
Urselle,
World's Most,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Kinks,
Chrome,
These Immortal Souls,
Danielle Patucci,
Q and Not U,
Archie Shepp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Parrish,
Unwound,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.