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 Laos and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 Jeru the Damaja to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Shoche,
Goldenarms,
Trumans Water,
Sam Rivers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Qualms,
Lucky Dragons,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minny Pops,
Little Man,
Half Japanese,
Johnny Osbourne,
OOIOO,
Steve Hackett,
Grauzone,
UT,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ken Boothe,
Main Source,
Sugar Minott,
Albert Ayler,
Mr. Review,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Moon,
Absolute Body Control,
Adolescents,
Scion,
Janne Schatter,
The Motions,
Toni Rubio,
Susan Cadogan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
T.S.O.L.,
Slave,
Rites of Spring,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Hood,
Fugazi,
The Gladiators,
Eve St. Jones,
The Five Americans,
Hashim,
The Last Poets,
The Gap Band,
Magma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rotary Connection,
Eden Ahbez,
In Retrospect,
U.S. Maple,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Freddie Wadling,
Wolf Eyes,
Erykah Badu,
Cal Tjader,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Excepter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bang On A Can,
Deepchord,
Eli Mardock,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.