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 Jordan and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Fuzztones to the rap 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Trumans Water,
Ludus,
Negative Approach,
Parry Music,
Bush Tetras,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lalann,
Gabor Szabo,
Massinfluence,
Mandrill,
Moss Icon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Malaria!,
Terrestrial Tones,
Junior Murvin,
Anthony Braxton,
the Sonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Holt,
Slave,
Spoonie Gee,
Neil Young,
X-Ray Spex,
Vladislav Delay,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radiohead,
Audionom,
Black Sheep,
Theoretical Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Cal Tjader,
The Motions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tres Demented,
The Evens,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra,
The Residents,
Infiniti,
The United States of America,
T.S.O.L.,
Ituana,
The Martian,
Ten City,
Loose Ends,
Grandmaster Flash,
Motorama,
The Pop Group,
Television,
Clear Light,
Public Enemy,
Groovy Waters,
Inner City,
Easy Going,
Graham Central Station,
Andrew Hill,
The Blackbyrds,
Mo-Dettes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.