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 South Sudan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Harpers Bizarre to the grunge 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
The Blues Magoos,
Rotary Connection,
Wings,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Stooges,
Kenny Larkin,
Angry Samoans,
Fear,
Crooked Eye,
Interpol,
the Swans,
Ossler,
Lungfish,
Negative Approach,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ludus,
Grey Daturas,
Altered Images,
Tomorrow,
Magazine,
The Offenders,
China Crisis,
The New Christs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Depeche Mode,
Reagan Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Harry Pussy,
Pulsallama,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rakim,
Model 500,
Roger Hodgson,
Pole,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jacques Brel,
The Cowsills,
Althea and Donna,
ABC,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harmonia,
The Last Poets,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Martian,
Nirvana,
Joey Negro,
Robert Görl,
Mission of Burma,
Aswad,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jandek,
Sandy B,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ituana,
The Walker Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.