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 Uruguay and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Martian to the jazz 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sällskapet,
Stiv Bators,
Ronnie Foster,
The Moody Blues,
Guru Guru,
Main Source,
The Cramps,
The Skatalites,
The Cowsills,
Mr. Review,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roy Ayers,
Sarah Menescal,
Wally Richardson,
Henry Cow,
Drexciya,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jacques Brel,
James White and The Blacks,
Siglo XX,
The Smiths,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeru the Damaja,
UT,
The Music Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Excepter,
Crash Course in Science,
Popol Vuh,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harmonia,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dark Day,
Scratch Acid,
Zapp,
The Blues Magoos,
Gong,
The Monks,
Joensuu 1685,
Porter Ricks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rhythm & Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Schoolly D,
Ossler,
Y Pants,
Pagans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nico,
Lou Reed,
Section 25,
Marvin Gaye,
Nils Olav,
Sandy B,
Bobby Sherman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Techniques,
Pylon,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.