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 South Africa and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Au Pairs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lebanon Hanover,
Model 500,
The Standells,
The Barracudas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neil Young,
FM Einheit,
Trumans Water,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cure,
Black Flag,
Iggy Pop,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yusef Lateef,
CMW,
Pet Shop Boys,
Guru Guru,
Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Liliput,
Josef K,
Spoonie Gee,
The Tremeloes,
Glenn Branca,
Thee Headcoats,
Harry Pussy,
Cybotron,
The Star Department,
Ituana,
Pharoah Sanders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fat Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gladiators,
Todd Rundgren,
Unrelated Segments,
Excepter,
Porter Ricks,
Rites of Spring,
Peter and Kerry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Animal Collective,
Eric Dolphy,
The Victims,
Radiohead,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ornette Coleman,
Barry Ungar,
Lalann,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gun Club,
Q and Not U,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.