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 Nauru 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fania All-Stars to the disco 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Anakelly,
Vladislav Delay,
the Normal,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric Copeland,
Shoche,
Blancmange,
Hashim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Hood,
Boogie Down Productions,
Silicon Teens,
Lucky Dragons,
Joyce Sims,
The Gun Club,
Sandy B,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Supertramp,
Pagans,
Neil Young,
Stiv Bators,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cymande,
Althea and Donna,
R.M.O.,
The Gladiators,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mojo Men,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Human League,
The Techniques,
Black Bananas,
Fela Kuti,
Minor Threat,
Soul II Soul,
Brick,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ohio Players,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Monks,
Bang On A Can,
The Standells,
New York Dolls,
Smog,
Graham Central Station,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gichy Dan,
Eurythmics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Panda Bear,
The Busters,
Lightning Bolt,
Minutemen,
Patti Smith,
Ice-T,
The Gories,
Maleditus Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.