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 Iran and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 The Smoke to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Bootsy Collins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Colin Newman,
Lakeside,
Arthur Verocai,
Man Parrish,
Thompson Twins,
Eli Mardock,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Sherman,
LL Cool J,
Moss Icon,
Sight & Sound,
Juan Atkins,
The Evens,
Cluster,
Eddi Front,
Pylon,
Pantytec,
F. McDonald,
Duran Duran,
Average White Band,
John Foxx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fat Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Five Americans,
Negative Approach,
One Last Wish,
Lindisfarne,
The Index,
Arab on Radar,
Slave,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moby Grape,
Sun Ra,
Bill Near,
Piero Umiliani,
Carl Craig,
Trumans Water,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sixth Finger,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Skatalites,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Goldenarms,
Buzzcocks,
Byron Stingily,
MDC,
Kerri Chandler,
John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeru the Damaja,
New York Dolls,
Stereo Dub,
Nation of Ulysses,
Darondo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Spoonie Gee,
Los Fastidios,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.