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 Turkmenistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Lou Reed 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 Flipper to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
The Velvet Underground,
Goldenarms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Drexciya,
Sonic Youth,
New Order,
Electric Prunes,
Silicon Teens,
Man Parrish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Davy DMX,
Von Mondo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DNA,
Black Pus,
Neil Young,
Underground Resistance,
Youth Brigade,
Josef K,
Bang On A Can,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mighty Diamonds,
D'Angelo,
Visage,
E-Dancer,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cluster,
Joensuu 1685,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Connie Case,
Easy Going,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stockholm Monsters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Litter,
Television,
Moby Grape,
The Young Rascals,
Quando Quango,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nils Olav,
Thompson Twins,
Graham Central Station,
Crash Course in Science,
Excepter,
Anakelly,
Morten Harket,
Yusef Lateef,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Franke,
Bauhaus,
The Electric Prunes,
Alice Coltrane,
Malaria!,
Gang of Four,
Panda Bear,
Max Romeo,
Little Man,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.