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 Maldives and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Reagan Youth 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
These Immortal Souls,
Carl Craig,
Easy Going,
Fatback Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-102,
Nation of Ulysses,
Clear Light,
Todd Terry,
Roy Ayers,
Average White Band,
The Golliwogs,
Youth Brigade,
Minor Threat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Victims,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eden Ahbez,
The Zeros,
Sex Pistols,
Kayak,
Sarah Menescal,
Jawbox,
Accadde A,
Ultra Naté,
the Germs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jesper Dahlback,
Technova,
The Pop Group,
B.T. Express,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Monolake,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Hood,
Moby Grape,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Skatalites,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fuzztones,
Lyres,
Pussy Galore,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crooked Eye,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Velvet Underground,
Tres Demented,
Tim Buckley,
Sparks,
Radiohead,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hoover,
Joensuu 1685,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.