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 Argentina and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Holger Czukay 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 Radiohead to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Basic Channel,
the Slits,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hot Snakes,
Mark Hollis,
The Names,
Can,
Quadrant,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Kinks,
Bad Manners,
Tim Buckley,
Whodini,
Pylon,
Model 500,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Byrd,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Buckinghams,
Skarface,
Roger Hodgson,
Barry Ungar,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Associates,
Don Cherry,
Toni Rubio,
Sound Behaviour,
Eli Mardock,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yaz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Circle Jerks,
This Heat,
Ossler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
The Searchers,
These Immortal Souls,
Nik Kershaw,
Mars,
The Electric Prunes,
Scratch Acid,
Ituana,
LL Cool J,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blossom Toes,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott Heron,
Livin' Joy,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mojo Men,
Sight & Sound,
Sun Ra,
Magma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.