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 Andorra and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba 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 Jandek 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Jeff Mills,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hashim,
cv313,
The Invisible,
Gabor Szabo,
The Red Krayola,
Von Mondo,
Erykah Badu,
Tomorrow,
Flipper,
MDC,
Tropical Tobacco,
A Certain Ratio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fatback Band,
H. Thieme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Patti Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Guru Guru,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed,
Moss Icon,
Severed Heads,
Thompson Twins,
Sex Pistols,
Sugar Minott,
Echospace,
The Monks,
The Black Dice,
Oneida,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aloha Tigers,
Joe Finger,
Nico,
The Gladiators,
Blossom Toes,
Supertramp,
These Immortal Souls,
The Skatalites,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crash Course in Science,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Swell Maps,
Deakin,
Gang Starr,
Matthew Halsall,
Tom Boy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sixth Finger,
New York Dolls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scientists,
Japan,
Funky Four + One,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skarface,
Aural Exciters,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.