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 Lesotho and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar 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 Drive Like Jehu to the rap 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Los Fastidios,
Hasil Adkins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Guru Guru,
Eric Copeland,
The Monks,
Todd Terry,
OOIOO,
Joe Smooth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Juan Atkins,
Don Cherry,
Cluster,
Big Daddy Kane,
The United States of America,
Idris Muhammad,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soulsonic Force,
Harpers Bizarre,
World's Most,
The Misunderstood,
Cheater Slicks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chris & Cosey,
Von Mondo,
Roxette,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quantec,
The Buckinghams,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alison Limerick,
Laurel Aitken,
Blake Baxter,
Sam Rivers,
Rod Modell,
Darondo,
Amazonics,
Bill Near,
The Music Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Trumans Water,
Freddie Wadling,
Sällskapet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Severed Heads,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sight & Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Make Up,
The Modern Lovers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Joey Negro,
Leonard Cohen,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.