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 Bahamas and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Real Kids to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Byron Stingily,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Monks,
The Music Machine,
Trumans Water,
Country Teasers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lightning Bolt,
Mandrill,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sixth Finger,
The Toasters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Little Man,
Bang On A Can,
The Velvet Underground,
The Motions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mojo Men,
Metal Thangz,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Unrelated Segments,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Monolake,
The Dead C,
Popol Vuh,
Dave Gahan,
Man Parrish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Judy Mowatt,
Jandek,
The Raincoats,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
Al Stewart,
Scrapy,
Faraquet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Juan Atkins,
Marine Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Khruangbin,
Glenn Branca,
Erykah Badu,
Pylon,
Scott Walker,
Yaz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fat Boys,
Carl Craig,
Lucky Dragons,
Parry Music,
Ronnie Foster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rod Modell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.