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 Canada and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Los Fastidios,
Metal Thangz,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cramps,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gabor Szabo,
The Searchers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
U.S. Maple,
These Immortal Souls,
Brick,
Qualms,
Q and Not U,
The Gun Club,
Quantec,
Amon Düül,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Organ,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yellowson,
Clear Light,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dirtbombs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skarface,
Bad Manners,
Arthur Verocai,
kango's stein massive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Inner City,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Silicon Teens,
Soulsonic Force,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare,
Subhumans,
La Düsseldorf,
Funky Four + One,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Sex Pistols,
Joe Smooth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minnie Riperton,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kurtis Blow,
Intrusion,
Graham Central Station,
Bush Tetras,
Carl Craig,
L. Decosne,
Mad Mike,
Rosa Yemen,
Joe Finger,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.