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 Mauritania and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fear to the grunge 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
The Blackbyrds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Connie Case,
Audionom,
Darondo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Echospace,
Andrew Hill,
Ice-T,
Blossom Toes,
The J.B.'s,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Organ,
Accadde A,
Shoche,
Minor Threat,
Dennis Brown,
The Pretty Things,
Arcadia,
Josef K,
Massinfluence,
Al Stewart,
Reagan Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
The Five Americans,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Holt,
Sparks,
Wally Richardson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Funkadelic,
Aaron Thompson,
Little Man,
The Busters,
Juan Atkins,
Make Up,
The Techniques,
The Monochrome Set,
Japan,
Rekid,
The Walker Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Stetsasonic,
Scion,
Faraquet,
The Knickerbockers,
cv313,
Black Flag,
Kerri Chandler,
Sarah Menescal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
EPMD,
Fear,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stereo Dub,
Negative Approach,
The Real Kids,
Lightning Bolt,
Chrome,
Fela Kuti,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.