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 Macedonia and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Bizarre Inc. to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Cecil Taylor,
Al Stewart,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Metal Thangz,
The Happenings,
Drive Like Jehu,
Byron Stingily,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pylon,
Maurizio,
Pulsallama,
The Toasters,
Black Flag,
The Cure,
Lee Hazlewood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Delon & Dalcan,
Spandau Ballet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultimate Spinach,
Q and Not U,
Scion,
LL Cool J,
Harpers Bizarre,
Simply Red,
The Dirtbombs,
X-Ray Spex,
R.M.O.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mummies,
Black Pus,
OOIOO,
Silicon Teens,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Monks,
Michelle Simonal,
The Offenders,
Leonard Cohen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Andrew Hill,
T. Rex,
Massinfluence,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Blues Magoos,
The Barracudas,
Black Moon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dave Clark Five,
Davy DMX,
F. McDonald,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Shoche,
Franke,
Ornette Coleman,
Easy Going,
H. Thieme,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.