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 China and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Monochrome Set to the punk 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Trojans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Morten Harket,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cure,
Can,
Hot Snakes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Angels of Light,
Smog,
The Smoke,
Zero Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Golliwogs,
Dawn Penn,
The Buckinghams,
the Sonics,
Max Romeo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gladiators,
Suburban Knight,
Stockholm Monsters,
Echospace,
Radiohead,
Brothers Johnson,
The Busters,
Chris & Cosey,
Swell Maps,
Mars,
PIL,
The Blues Magoos,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Accadde A,
Delta 5,
Sex Pistols,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Index,
Nik Kershaw,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Searchers,
Quantec,
Bush Tetras,
Kerri Chandler,
The Star Department,
Iggy Pop,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joey Negro,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
10cc,
The Fugs,
Bronski Beat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.