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 Spain and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Boz Scaggs to the rock 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 Names. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Grey Daturas,
Intrusion,
John Holt,
John Cale,
Whodini,
Blancmange,
Terry Callier,
Alison Limerick,
kango's stein massive,
Reagan Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Qualms,
Lakeside,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tubeway Army,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Grass Roots,
Dave Gahan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kaleidoscope,
Ludus,
Alice Coltrane,
Talk Talk,
The Slackers,
Bobby Womack,
Half Japanese,
the Association,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Standells,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vainqueur,
Sandy B,
Newcleus,
The Smoke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Saccharine Trust,
UT,
These Immortal Souls,
Quando Quango,
Television,
Fad Gadget,
Icehouse,
The Residents,
the Germs,
Ponytail,
Ohio Players,
Section 25,
Groovy Waters,
Tom Boy,
Robert Wyatt,
Unrelated Segments,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jerry's Kids,
cv313,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.