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 Indonesia and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barbara Tucker 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
The Slits,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gories,
Sight & Sound,
Niagra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boz Scaggs,
Marmalade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nik Kershaw,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Martian,
Rufus Thomas,
Bang On A Can,
Chris & Cosey,
Eli Mardock,
Eric Dolphy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pere Ubu,
Roxy Music,
The Detroit Cobras,
Piero Umiliani,
Soft Cell,
Moss Icon,
The Tremeloes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare,
Gang of Four,
Warsaw,
Pierre Henry,
Fatback Band,
Nirvana,
Anthony Braxton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Birthday Party,
Ponytail,
Theoretical Girls,
Tom Boy,
Siglo XX,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arthur Verocai,
Ken Boothe,
Pussy Galore,
Kayak,
Isaac Hayes,
Amazonics,
The Happenings,
The Motions,
World's Most,
Rod Modell,
Magma,
48th St. Collective,
Andrew Hill,
Massinfluence,
Panda Bear,
Glenn Branca,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.