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 Samoa and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Fania All-Stars to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Basic Channel,
Animal Collective,
the Germs,
Make Up,
Q65,
Archie Shepp,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joy Division,
The Techniques,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Fraelich,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DJ Sneak,
OOIOO,
The Kinks,
Model 500,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultravox,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tubeway Army,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Swell Maps,
Desert Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
Quando Quango,
Derrick Morgan,
Stetsasonic,
Main Source,
Arab on Radar,
Davy DMX,
Kerri Chandler,
Rosa Yemen,
Livin' Joy,
Can,
Whodini,
The Skatalites,
Boredoms,
Warren Ellis,
John Coltrane,
The Walker Brothers,
Ludus,
Tommy Roe,
Yaz,
Sun City Girls,
Warsaw,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Urselle,
Sandy B,
Minutemen,
David Bowie,
Essential Logic,
The Evens,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Leaves,
Radiohead,
Fat Boys,
Andrew Hill,
John Holt,
Pussy Galore,
Neu!,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.