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 Panama and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Holger Czukay 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 Los Fastidios to the crunk 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Malaria!,
Faraquet,
Prince Buster,
The J.B.'s,
Scrapy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Birthday Party,
Charles Mingus,
Kenny Larkin,
Deadbeat,
The Modern Lovers,
The Blackbyrds,
Donny Hathaway,
Quadrant,
JFA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camouflage,
kango's stein massive,
These Immortal Souls,
CMW,
Underground Resistance,
Swell Maps,
Lightning Bolt,
Urselle,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amon Düül,
Thee Headcoats,
Idris Muhammad,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sister Nancy,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric Dolphy,
Scientists,
Tres Demented,
Tim Buckley,
Sun City Girls,
The Cure,
The Buckinghams,
Lungfish,
Amazonics,
Harry Pussy,
cv313,
Smog,
Lakeside,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hot Snakes,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sound,
Unwound,
48th St. Collective,
Agent Orange,
DJ Sneak,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vladislav Delay,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arab on Radar,
The Blues Magoos,
Maurizio,
The Dead C,
Soul II Soul,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.