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 Switzerland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the electroclash 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mantronix,
Pierre Henry,
The Knickerbockers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Cale,
Darondo,
Gabor Szabo,
Roger Hodgson,
Funkadelic,
Monks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marine Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Sixth Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
Jawbox,
Anakelly,
Scientists,
Rites of Spring,
The Busters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radio Birdman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ossler,
UT,
Agitation Free,
Michelle Simonal,
Alton Ellis,
The Velvet Underground,
Groovy Waters,
Pagans,
Joey Negro,
Fat Boys,
Max Romeo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Charles Mingus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric Dolphy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aaron Thompson,
David Axelrod,
Procol Harum,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Pop Group,
Public Enemy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Christie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chris & Cosey,
The Divine Comedy,
Mo-Dettes,
Brand Nubian,
Gregory Isaacs,
Television Personalities,
The Pretty Things,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.