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 Saudi Arabia 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 The Fall to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Toni Rubio,
Marmalade,
Fela Kuti,
Mad Mike,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lungfish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Sherman,
Altered Images,
Ultravox,
Can,
Kenny Larkin,
Schoolly D,
Mark Hollis,
Agitation Free,
Spoonie Gee,
Infiniti,
T.S.O.L.,
Deakin,
Davy DMX,
Grey Daturas,
Fugazi,
Suicide,
Lalann,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jandek,
Little Man,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camouflage,
Malaria!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
MC5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Livin' Joy,
cv313,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crispian St. Peters,
Reagan Youth,
Stiv Bators,
Joensuu 1685,
Vainqueur,
Kayak,
Moebius,
Pantaleimon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Byrd,
Rapeman,
Yazoo,
Supertramp,
Subhumans,
The Associates,
Tubeway Army,
The Barracudas,
Interpol,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.