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 Australia and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 Ornette Coleman to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Mars,
kango's stein massive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Symarip,
Jandek,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Malaria!,
The Monks,
Fatback Band,
Das Ding,
The Techniques,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crooked Eye,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
James White and The Blacks,
Japan,
Dead Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deakin,
the Bar-Kays,
Suicide,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Underground Resistance,
Nico,
Technova,
The New Christs,
Groovy Waters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Angry Samoans,
Ponytail,
The Mummies,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Martian,
Chris & Cosey,
Pere Ubu,
Black Pus,
Cymande,
Susan Cadogan,
The Barracudas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sam Rivers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rhythm & Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Association,
Public Enemy,
Amon Düül,
Unwound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.