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 Uganda and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Drive Like Jehu to the crunk 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Gabor Szabo,
Desert Stars,
Don Cherry,
Absolute Body Control,
Ice-T,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skarface,
Theoretical Girls,
Cluster,
The Victims,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lower 48,
Panda Bear,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Young Rascals,
The Cramps,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Motions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hoover,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Albert Ayler,
Sparks,
Visage,
Suburban Knight,
Technova,
Slick Rick,
Intrusion,
The New Christs,
The Golliwogs,
The Happenings,
Lyres,
Gichy Dan,
Joe Finger,
John Coltrane,
The Seeds,
Junior Murvin,
Echospace,
Tommy Roe,
Pere Ubu,
Minny Pops,
Arcadia,
Joe Smooth,
Davy DMX,
Stiv Bators,
Newcleus,
Pulsallama,
Dawn Penn,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Laurel Aitken,
Das Ding,
Camouflage,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.