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 Albania 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Byron Stingily to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lower 48,
Brick,
Aaron Thompson,
T. Rex,
The Velvet Underground,
The Motions,
Danielle Patucci,
Siglo XX,
Scrapy,
Charles Mingus,
Mad Mike,
Second Layer,
the Association,
The Buckinghams,
The Black Dice,
Man Parrish,
Oblivians,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Donald Byrd,
Electric Prunes,
Godley & Creme,
The Angels of Light,
Quantec,
Oneida,
The Gories,
Bobbi Humphrey,
R.M.O.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pylon,
Urselle,
JFA,
Lee Hazlewood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Country Teasers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rapeman,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Main Source,
Neu!,
John Cale,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roy Ayers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DNA,
Junior Murvin,
Monolake,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joey Negro,
Swell Maps,
Easy Going,
John Holt,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.