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 Iran and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Monks to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Sheep,
Minutemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Royal Trux,
Moby Grape,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fugs,
Black Bananas,
Tubeway Army,
World's Most,
Saccharine Trust,
UT,
Flamin' Groovies,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Walker Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moebius,
Pantytec,
Nico,
Drexciya,
Circle Jerks,
Babytalk,
Scientists,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Pretty Things,
Arthur Verocai,
Camberwell Now,
Groovy Waters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oneida,
The Electric Prunes,
Lindisfarne,
Kayak,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pantaleimon,
Maleditus Sound,
The Kinks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sugar Minott,
Anthony Braxton,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Donald Byrd,
Wings,
Dead Boys,
June Days,
The Misunderstood,
Outsiders,
Marvin Gaye,
Freddie Wadling,
Neu!,
Girls At Our Best!,
Theoretical Girls,
Faraquet,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.