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 Qatar and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cheater Slicks 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Marmalade,
Joensuu 1685,
Oneida,
Piero Umiliani,
Newcleus,
Procol Harum,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rufus Thomas,
John Coltrane,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Blues Magoos,
FM Einheit,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boredoms,
The Walker Brothers,
Drexciya,
Susan Cadogan,
Darondo,
The Invisible,
Dead Boys,
Roxy Music,
Al Stewart,
Blancmange,
cv313,
Interpol,
Unrelated Segments,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Siglo XX,
The Kinks,
DJ Sneak,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Althea and Donna,
The Seeds,
Reuben Wilson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thompson Twins,
Don Cherry,
Mandrill,
Fad Gadget,
The Evens,
World's Most,
Gang Starr,
Matthew Halsall,
The Moody Blues,
Von Mondo,
Saccharine Trust,
Jacques Brel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter and Kerry,
Pulsallama,
Dennis Brown,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vladislav Delay,
Funky Four + One,
Bill Wells,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skriet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alphaville,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.