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 Vietnam and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bootsy Collins 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radiohead,
Silicon Teens,
Cameo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Inner City,
Mars,
Roger Hodgson,
Oneida,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Green,
Charles Mingus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Can,
Hoover,
The Invisible,
Scion,
Newcleus,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lower 48,
The Names,
Warren Ellis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amazonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sight & Sound,
The Offenders,
Animal Collective,
Tim Buckley,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
PIL,
Fugazi,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Simply Red,
Bill Wells,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
L. Decosne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
ABC,
Unrelated Segments,
the Germs,
Sex Pistols,
X-Ray Spex,
Intrusion,
Derrick Morgan,
Rekid,
Banda Bassotti,
K-Klass,
Y Pants,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pole,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.