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 Guatemala and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar 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 Jeru the Damaja to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Godley & Creme,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pantaleimon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Parry Music,
Monolake,
Janne Schatter,
10cc,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Hood,
Infiniti,
Ronnie Foster,
The Busters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Los Fastidios,
Nico,
Cameo,
the Swans,
Nils Olav,
Todd Rundgren,
Wire,
The Fortunes,
The Tremeloes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barbara Tucker,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scientists,
Dark Day,
Surgeon,
Accadde A,
Y Pants,
Josef K,
Absolute Body Control,
Dennis Brown,
Underground Resistance,
Goldenarms,
The Trojans,
CMW,
Soft Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Quadrant,
Q and Not U,
Procol Harum,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bush Tetras,
Unwound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Malaria!,
Toni Rubio,
The Walker Brothers,
China Crisis,
Niagra,
The Raincoats,
Rhythm & Sound,
Erykah Badu,
The Litter,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.