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 Japan 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Depeche Mode to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
AZ,
Eden Ahbez,
Section 25,
Newcleus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Human League,
Jandek,
Essential Logic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minny Pops,
Tres Demented,
Harry Pussy,
Lalann,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dawn Penn,
Boogie Down Productions,
Suicide,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Doors,
Moby Grape,
Sex Pistols,
Half Japanese,
Mark Hollis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Surgeon,
Eurythmics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lakeside,
Jesper Dahlback,
Matthew Bourne,
Stereo Dub,
Franke,
Lightning Bolt,
Rakim,
Marc Almond,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Royal Trux,
ABBA,
Alice Coltrane,
Amon Düül II,
Skaos,
The Gun Club,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Seeds,
Gang Starr,
Rekid,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dave Clark Five,
CMW,
Deakin,
Lucky Dragons,
Blossom Toes,
Joy Division,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bob Dylan,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.