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 Comoros and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
The Misunderstood,
Albert Ayler,
Gichy Dan,
The Fuzztones,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric Dolphy,
Dark Day,
Pantytec,
Ituana,
The Electric Prunes,
Qualms,
Television,
Black Flag,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul II Soul,
Kayak,
La Düsseldorf,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Moody Blues,
The Durutti Column,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bob Dylan,
Dual Sessions,
Hasil Adkins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David Bowie,
Yazoo,
The Evens,
Throbbing Gristle,
Anakelly,
Panda Bear,
MC5,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
Q65,
Interpol,
Newcleus,
Sugar Minott,
A Certain Ratio,
The Count Five,
Main Source,
D'Angelo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Khruangbin,
Quadrant,
the Swans,
Byron Stingily,
Sun City Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Blossom Toes,
The Grass Roots,
The Saints,
Minny Pops,
Pere Ubu,
CMW,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.