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 Brazil and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Procol Harum to the crunk 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Quantec,
Tres Demented,
Sun City Girls,
cv313,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Sheep,
The Beau Brummels,
the Slits,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Patti Smith,
Gang Starr,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Flag,
Easy Going,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sandy B,
Groovy Waters,
Organ,
the Association,
X-101,
Eric Dolphy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Supertramp,
Arthur Verocai,
Kerrie Biddell,
Big Daddy Kane,
D'Angelo,
Lindisfarne,
X-Ray Spex,
Excepter,
The Durutti Column,
The Fall,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Technova,
Animal Collective,
Accadde A,
Urselle,
Colin Newman,
Young Marble Giants,
Magazine,
Sixth Finger,
MC5,
Liliput,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Simply Red,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
PIL,
Minnie Riperton,
Glambeats Corp.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Adolescents,
T.S.O.L.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Davy DMX,
Television Personalities,
Gabor Szabo,
Negative Approach,
Sister Nancy,
Livin' Joy,
The Gun Club,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.