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 Japan 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Camouflage to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Liliput,
The Vogues,
Erasure,
Eli Mardock,
Surgeon,
Television Personalities,
Wings,
Interpol,
E-Dancer,
Radio Birdman,
Outsiders,
Malaria!,
Moebius,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hot Snakes,
Todd Terry,
Black Flag,
Unwound,
Chris Corsano,
Nico,
Nik Kershaw,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Sheep,
Lower 48,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Animal Collective,
The Angels of Light,
Bob Dylan,
Mars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Massinfluence,
Simply Red,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Wyatt,
The Pretty Things,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Shoche,
Crime,
Robert Görl,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
Pussy Galore,
EPMD,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Golliwogs,
Deepchord,
Infiniti,
Hardrive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Green,
John Coltrane,
Donald Byrd,
The Names,
David Bowie,
Swans,
Loose Ends,
Albert Ayler,
The Moleskins,
The Neon Judgement,
Dual Sessions,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.