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 St Lucia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Godley & Creme,
Anakelly,
Electric Prunes,
The Fugs,
The Skatalites,
Underground Resistance,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Finger,
Terry Callier,
Skarface,
Hardrive,
Can,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nirvana,
Moebius,
Barrington Levy,
Isaac Hayes,
Hot Snakes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hoover,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun Ra,
Wasted Youth,
The Smiths,
Agent Orange,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Flag,
Young Marble Giants,
Massinfluence,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rites of Spring,
Nik Kershaw,
Andrew Hill,
Pussy Galore,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Vogues,
Gang of Four,
Leonard Cohen,
DJ Sneak,
June of 44,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Stooges,
Donald Byrd,
The Mummies,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cramps,
Matthew Halsall,
Ponytail,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Doors,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Saints,
A Certain Ratio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
B.T. Express,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.