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 Bolivia and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
June Days,
The Victims,
Man Eating Sloth,
FM Einheit,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fugazi,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alton Ellis,
Icehouse,
DJ Sneak,
Bang On A Can,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cure,
Yusef Lateef,
Parry Music,
The Walker Brothers,
Fat Boys,
Intrusion,
Chris Corsano,
Kaleidoscope,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Buckinghams,
Saccharine Trust,
The Electric Prunes,
The Evens,
Tres Demented,
Whodini,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Drexciya,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rufus Thomas,
Sister Nancy,
the Normal,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pierre Henry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bluetip,
Ice-T,
Sam Rivers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chrome,
Cal Tjader,
Mandrill,
Archie Shepp,
Bill Wells,
The Associates,
Banda Bassotti,
Crime,
Isaac Hayes,
The Black Dice,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.