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 Czech Republic and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 The Zeros to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
E-Dancer,
Moby Grape,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
Tom Boy,
The Motions,
Hardrive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pere Ubu,
Livin' Joy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mad Mike,
Neil Young,
Echospace,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cybotron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Public Enemy,
ABC,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Leaves,
Mark Hollis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Saints,
Pantaleimon,
Anthony Braxton,
Morten Harket,
Connie Case,
Robert Hood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lindisfarne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soulsonic Force,
Japan,
Arcadia,
Marmalade,
Magma,
Panda Bear,
Wings,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dead Boys,
Stiv Bators,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Funky Four + One,
Alphaville,
Mission of Burma,
Yellowson,
Rapeman,
Skriet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Gabor Szabo,
This Heat,
The Last Poets,
The Litter,
Country Teasers,
John Coltrane,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Raincoats,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.