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 Chad and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Electric Prunes to the crunk 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The New Christs,
New York Dolls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soft Cell,
Flipper,
Electric Prunes,
DJ Sneak,
FM Einheit,
Ken Boothe,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Move,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neil Young,
Jeff Mills,
Aswad,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Al Stewart,
Monolake,
Radiohead,
Scion,
Moebius,
Lightning Bolt,
Second Layer,
The Evens,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ten City,
Hoover,
Althea and Donna,
The Slackers,
cv313,
The Kinks,
Lebanon Hanover,
E-Dancer,
Steve Hackett,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eden Ahbez,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Donald Byrd,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rotary Connection,
June of 44,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Sherman,
Derrick May,
Isaac Hayes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bauhaus,
The Stooges,
Camberwell Now,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Sonics,
Thompson Twins,
Lungfish,
Henry Cow,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Von Mondo,
Fatback Band,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.