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 Maldives and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rotary Connection to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Faust,
Bauhaus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
In Retrospect,
OOIOO,
Dual Sessions,
Scrapy,
Gang of Four,
Angry Samoans,
The Knickerbockers,
Thee Headcoats,
Excepter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Organ,
Absolute Body Control,
Simply Red,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Bar-Kays,
La Düsseldorf,
Jawbox,
Khruangbin,
Qualms,
The Selecter,
The Slits,
Guru Guru,
Judy Mowatt,
Rekid,
Grauzone,
Deadbeat,
The Moody Blues,
Yazoo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fugs,
The J.B.'s,
Eli Mardock,
Camberwell Now,
Television Personalities,
Scott Walker,
Fear,
Neu!,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Modern Lovers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joe Smooth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Surgeon,
Crime,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tubeway Army,
Terrestrial Tones,
Television,
The Doors,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
KRS-One,
Faraquet,
Bobby Byrd,
Albert Ayler,
Alison Limerick,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.