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 Cuba and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Franke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Howard Jones,
Underground Resistance,
Unrelated Segments,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joey Negro,
Tropical Tobacco,
Infiniti,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nik Kershaw,
Excepter,
Urselle,
Anthony Braxton,
The Slits,
John Lydon,
Wire,
The Techniques,
New Order,
Sandy B,
Yellowson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Glenn Branca,
Average White Band,
Marc Almond,
Mission of Burma,
Motorama,
Bill Near,
Audionom,
Eve St. Jones,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Görl,
Simply Red,
Negative Approach,
Ludus,
The Fall,
Schoolly D,
Connie Case,
Accadde A,
Groovy Waters,
Mandrill,
cv313,
The Slackers,
Fear,
AZ,
Television,
Bad Manners,
Lindisfarne,
Ten City,
Radiohead,
Henry Cow,
The Fire Engines,
Yusef Lateef,
The Barracudas,
Eric Copeland,
Khruangbin,
This Heat,
the Slits,
The Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.