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 Saudi Arabia and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ultimate Spinach to the rock 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Neil Young,
June Days,
Bluetip,
World's Most,
Supertramp,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lyres,
Erykah Badu,
Roxette,
Sonny Sharrock,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Siglo XX,
Fela Kuti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tropical Tobacco,
Swell Maps,
Scott Walker,
The Mummies,
Don Cherry,
Ice-T,
The Durutti Column,
Albert Ayler,
Skriet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kool Moe Dee,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Seeds,
Robert Görl,
Television,
The J.B.'s,
Alison Limerick,
a-ha,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scan 7,
Loose Ends,
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Schoolly D,
The Misunderstood,
Outsiders,
Lightning Bolt,
The Standells,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stiv Bators,
Sight & Sound,
Severed Heads,
CMW,
Eve St. Jones,
The Grass Roots,
Tom Boy,
Brand Nubian,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Moleskins,
Tommy Roe,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.