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 China and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the punk 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Reuben Wilson,
Charles Mingus,
the Human League,
Jacob Miller,
The Invisible,
Alison Limerick,
Black Pus,
Liliput,
The United States of America,
Derrick May,
Magazine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
ABC,
Faust,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nick Fraelich,
Gastr Del Sol,
Morten Harket,
Thompson Twins,
Cluster,
Angry Samoans,
F. McDonald,
The Wake,
Sonic Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Animal Collective,
Nico,
The Skatalites,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cramps,
Dawn Penn,
Byron Stingily,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radio Birdman,
Pylon,
The Doors,
Vainqueur,
Eric Dolphy,
Cybotron,
Jerry's Kids,
FM Einheit,
Graham Central Station,
Howard Jones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pere Ubu,
Zapp,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Normal,
Spoonie Gee,
a-ha,
Essential Logic,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Saccharine Trust,
The Kinks,
David Bowie,
Kerri Chandler,
John Coltrane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neil Young,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.