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 Malaysia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Wake to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
The Leaves,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Birthday Party,
Qualms,
A Certain Ratio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lyres,
Rekid,
Reuben Wilson,
Pylon,
The New Christs,
Ken Boothe,
The Pretty Things,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
The Monochrome Set,
Shoche,
Harmonia,
The Real Kids,
The Dead C,
Mary Jane Girls,
Little Man,
Kool Moe Dee,
Franke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dawn Penn,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Subhumans,
Judy Mowatt,
Model 500,
Ronnie Foster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flipper,
Quantec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radio Birdman,
Agent Orange,
Flash Fearless,
the Normal,
Bang On A Can,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare,
Matthew Halsall,
Fat Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sound Behaviour,
Nick Fraelich,
Camberwell Now,
Yusef Lateef,
Das Ding,
Monolake,
Jacob Miller,
The Residents,
Nas,
Pantytec,
Chris & Cosey,
Mantronix,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.