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 Egypt and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Radiohead to the crunk 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
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,
The Busters,
Judy Mowatt,
Joe Finger,
The Standells,
Roxette,
Kas Product,
Ultra Naté,
The Slackers,
Little Man,
The Remains,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bootsy Collins,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fall,
Kerri Chandler,
Flipper,
The Tremeloes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Parry Music,
the Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Delta 5,
DJ Style,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cluster,
New York Dolls,
Simply Red,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flash Fearless,
Barrington Levy,
Brand Nubian,
Hoover,
Morten Harket,
Agent Orange,
Wally Richardson,
R.M.O.,
The Leaves,
DJ Sneak,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pantytec,
Echospace,
Talk Talk,
Masters at Work,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The New Christs,
World's Most,
Soul II Soul,
Cameo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arcadia,
The Saints,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scion,
Goldenarms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Monolake,
The Gories,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.