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 London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Fugs to the rock 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
DJ Sneak,
Rotary Connection,
The Music Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Little Man,
Terry Callier,
The Slackers,
Lalann,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kas Product,
Barry Ungar,
Soft Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yusef Lateef,
The Remains,
The Stooges,
Dead Boys,
Morten Harket,
Ice-T,
Interpol,
the Association,
Ituana,
Marine Girls,
Supertramp,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Human League,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Donald Byrd,
Althea and Donna,
Fad Gadget,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skarface,
Susan Cadogan,
Erasure,
Dave Gahan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Panda Bear,
The Martian,
Agent Orange,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Womack,
The Slits,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mummies,
Charles Mingus,
Guru Guru,
Oblivians,
The Misunderstood,
Desert Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.