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 Dominican Republic and from Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Lou Reed 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 Sonic Youth to the jazz 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arcadia,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bob Dylan,
Ornette Coleman,
Ronnie Foster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ludus,
Lyres,
Bauhaus,
Nirvana,
B.T. Express,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ohio Players,
Marcia Griffiths,
AZ,
F. McDonald,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amon Düül II,
Radio Birdman,
Kenny Larkin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gories,
Kerri Chandler,
Massinfluence,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Subhumans,
Make Up,
The Real Kids,
Gastr Del Sol,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Anthony Braxton,
Althea and Donna,
Throbbing Gristle,
H. Thieme,
Index,
Pagans,
Jandek,
The Evens,
Mandrill,
Monolake,
Sixth Finger,
Dave Gahan,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Neon Judgement,
Ice-T,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dawn Penn,
Nico,
The Mojo Men,
Aswad,
the Slits,
Joey Negro,
The Searchers,
Sister Nancy,
Nik Kershaw,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sandy B,
The Birthday Party,
The Barracudas,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.