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 Nepal and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Marmalade to the dance 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Camberwell Now,
Sun Ra,
the Sonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Steve Hackett,
L. Decosne,
Moss Icon,
The Seeds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Anthony Braxton,
Tommy Roe,
Lucky Dragons,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Zeros,
Johnny Clarke,
The Tremeloes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ponytail,
Hashim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Connie Case,
Liliput,
Tim Buckley,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Unwound,
Easy Going,
Quando Quango,
Q65,
The Evens,
Rites of Spring,
Nils Olav,
Eden Ahbez,
Kerrie Biddell,
Faust,
The Vogues,
Jimmy McGriff,
Severed Heads,
Kaleidoscope,
Roxy Music,
Sandy B,
Royal Trux,
Eric Copeland,
The Angels of Light,
Circle Jerks,
H. Thieme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang On A Can,
Bill Wells,
Scratch Acid,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The New Christs,
Japan,
Fatback Band,
Altered Images,
Lalann,
Lungfish,
Shoche,
The Misunderstood,
Archie Shepp,
Anakelly,
Alison Limerick,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.