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 Laos and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the rap 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Electric Prunes,
Piero Umiliani,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Agitation Free,
Sexual Harrassment,
Patti Smith,
Aural Exciters,
Guru Guru,
Chris Corsano,
Ultra Naté,
Unrelated Segments,
Boredoms,
June of 44,
Bill Near,
Pagans,
The Techniques,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oblivians,
The Names,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Freddie Wadling,
Fat Boys,
Ice-T,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Doobie Brothers,
Carl Craig,
Alton Ellis,
Sister Nancy,
The Trojans,
Pulsallama,
Sun City Girls,
Slick Rick,
Reagan Youth,
Harry Pussy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Janne Schatter,
Nas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pere Ubu,
Suicide,
The Cowsills,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Groovy Waters,
Mission of Burma,
Nik Kershaw,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bootsy Collins,
Alphaville,
Marc Almond,
Fugazi,
Sun Ra,
Intrusion,
The Buckinghams,
Black Pus,
The Gun Club,
Al Stewart,
The Black Dice,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.