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 Djibouti and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Peter and Kerry to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Magma,
H. Thieme,
The Grass Roots,
Inner City,
T.S.O.L.,
Amon Düül,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Angry Samoans,
The Barracudas,
Eric Dolphy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Unwound,
Black Moon,
Leonard Cohen,
Byron Stingily,
James White and The Blacks,
Swell Maps,
Urselle,
Bronski Beat,
Bush Tetras,
Slave,
Jawbox,
Sexual Harrassment,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Youth Brigade,
The Skatalites,
Eve St. Jones,
Scott Walker,
Robert Hood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Interpol,
John Coltrane,
Flash Fearless,
Babytalk,
Aaron Thompson,
The Tremeloes,
In Retrospect,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dawn Penn,
Barrington Levy,
Albert Ayler,
Alice Coltrane,
Mo-Dettes,
Scan 7,
The Remains,
The Moody Blues,
Make Up,
Morten Harket,
Jerry's Kids,
Popol Vuh,
LL Cool J,
Wire,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Godley & Creme,
Lyres,
Cybotron,
John Cale,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.