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 Somalia 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the theremin 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 Ornette Coleman to the disco 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bad Manners,
Spandau Ballet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deakin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bronski Beat,
Delta 5,
Bill Wells,
Stereo Dub,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deepchord,
Warren Ellis,
The Fuzztones,
Peter & Gordon,
Mr. Review,
E-Dancer,
Pagans,
The Searchers,
Cluster,
Simply Red,
Bobby Womack,
Echospace,
Minutemen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Siglo XX,
Franke,
the Normal,
Avey Tare,
Dennis Brown,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sugar Minott,
The Seeds,
Eric Dolphy,
Vladislav Delay,
Barry Ungar,
Drexciya,
Royal Trux,
Sound Behaviour,
Steve Hackett,
Eric B and Rakim,
Inner City,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harmonia,
Crooked Eye,
Hardrive,
Throbbing Gristle,
Glenn Branca,
The Happenings,
Wasted Youth,
Panda Bear,
Mantronix,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nils Olav,
Oneida,
Darondo,
Tears for Fears,
Kenny Larkin,
DNA,
Slick Rick,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.