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 Montenegro and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 The Sonics to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
The Walker Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
Panda Bear,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Tremeloes,
Masters at Work,
Bootsy Collins,
Faraquet,
Soulsonic Force,
Outsiders,
Bang On A Can,
Minutemen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jawbox,
Second Layer,
10cc,
Tim Buckley,
Alison Limerick,
Nils Olav,
Sparks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Silicon Teens,
Flamin' Groovies,
Spoonie Gee,
a-ha,
Essential Logic,
The Slits,
Vainqueur,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amon Düül II,
Isaac Hayes,
The American Breed,
Amazonics,
The Invisible,
Sonic Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
the Sonics,
Mandrill,
Oneida,
Ossler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Knickerbockers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dark Day,
Sun City Girls,
The Index,
Brothers Johnson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sex Pistols,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cymande,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Absolute Body Control,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quadrant,
Basic Channel,
Sugar Minott,
New Order,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.