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 Congo and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mary Jane Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Derrick Morgan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bush Tetras,
MC5,
Vainqueur,
Freddie Wadling,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pulsallama,
Sixth Finger,
Duran Duran,
The Saints,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nirvana,
ABC,
Agent Orange,
The Martian,
The Divine Comedy,
Terry Callier,
Johnny Clarke,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radiohead,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Marc Almond,
Newcleus,
Zero Boys,
Jawbox,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sam Rivers,
Kaleidoscope,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fuzztones,
The Monks,
Mark Hollis,
Eric Copeland,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amon Düül II,
Matthew Halsall,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mantronix,
The Black Dice,
Animal Collective,
Brass Construction,
H. Thieme,
The Grass Roots,
Gang of Four,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Danielle Patucci,
Mad Mike,
Wings,
Suicide,
Surgeon,
Jacob Miller,
Bronski Beat,
Camberwell Now,
The Kinks,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.