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 Thailand and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Donald Fagen 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 Pulsallama to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Trojans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Warsaw,
MDC,
Average White Band,
Moby Grape,
David McCallum,
The Dirtbombs,
Inner City,
the Normal,
Rod Modell,
PIL,
Swell Maps,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scan 7,
Parry Music,
X-101,
Dead Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Misunderstood,
Gabor Szabo,
Ronan,
Guru Guru,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Germs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Angry Samoans,
Blancmange,
MC5,
48th St. Collective,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Index,
Marc Almond,
Fugazi,
Minny Pops,
The Divine Comedy,
Tomorrow,
F. McDonald,
T. Rex,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Royal Trux,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
China Crisis,
Drexciya,
Barrington Levy,
World's Most,
Alphaville,
JFA,
Dual Sessions,
Magma,
The Motions,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gap Band,
Alton Ellis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dave Gahan,
The Toasters,
Minutemen,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.