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 Brazil and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Girls At Our Best! to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Maurizio,
Panda Bear,
The Smoke,
Eric Copeland,
Kayak,
Metal Thangz,
The Raincoats,
Technova,
Brand Nubian,
Electric Prunes,
Donald Byrd,
John Foxx,
Charles Mingus,
The Five Americans,
Wings,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Franke,
Heaven 17,
Royal Trux,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dawn Penn,
Boredoms,
Fear,
Sex Pistols,
Bill Near,
Bang On A Can,
The Black Dice,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alphaville,
Hasil Adkins,
Yellowson,
Cameo,
Albert Ayler,
B.T. Express,
Television Personalities,
Echospace,
The Divine Comedy,
Motorama,
The Evens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
MC5,
Tropical Tobacco,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fugazi,
Marshall Jefferson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scientists,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tom Boy,
Jacques Brel,
Colin Newman,
Arcadia,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soulsonic Force,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Archie Shepp,
Ultravox,
Aural Exciters,
Matthew Bourne,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.