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 Belize and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Goldenarms to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Massinfluence,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rekid,
Von Mondo,
Yazoo,
The Five Americans,
Judy Mowatt,
Wire,
The Slackers,
Tim Buckley,
Magma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric Copeland,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Sheep,
Mission of Burma,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Sherman,
Scott Walker,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Martian,
Ronan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lower 48,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sonics,
PIL,
Dave Gahan,
Ossler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Iggy Pop,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultimate Spinach,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soft Machine,
Terry Callier,
The Techniques,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mark Hollis,
K-Klass,
Faust,
Stereo Dub,
Organ,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pole,
Aaron Thompson,
Flipper,
Mo-Dettes,
B.T. Express,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flash Fearless,
Matthew Halsall,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Shadows of Knight,
Slave,
Wings,
Fat Boys,
The Residents,
Peter and Kerry,
Tropical Tobacco,
8 Eyed Spy,
Model 500,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.