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 Ivory Coast and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 Electric Prunes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Grauzone,
Dual Sessions,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nirvana,
The United States of America,
The Dead C,
Al Stewart,
Soulsonic Force,
Ohio Players,
Lightning Bolt,
Cluster,
MC5,
One Last Wish,
The Leaves,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Raincoats,
John Foxx,
Subhumans,
The Neon Judgement,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Spandau Ballet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Flag,
Essential Logic,
Liliput,
Charles Mingus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lower 48,
Interpol,
Henry Cow,
the Germs,
Lucky Dragons,
kango's stein massive,
Fatback Band,
The Seeds,
Loose Ends,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jerry's Kids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lungfish,
Nik Kershaw,
Smog,
Oneida,
Steve Hackett,
Mary Jane Girls,
Funkadelic,
Derrick May,
This Heat,
Television,
Icehouse,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Model 500,
Skaos,
Scion,
Sixth Finger,
The Fortunes,
Radiohead,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.