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 Niger and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Basic Channel to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nick Fraelich,
Donny Hathaway,
The Smiths,
The Cowsills,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roxy Music,
Heaven 17,
Wire,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Sonics,
La Düsseldorf,
Siglo XX,
Moby Grape,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Barracudas,
The Black Dice,
Adolescents,
Soul II Soul,
E-Dancer,
X-101,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Starr,
Lungfish,
Brothers Johnson,
Yazoo,
Lightning Bolt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camberwell Now,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Don Cherry,
B.T. Express,
Albert Ayler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Underground Resistance,
Althea and Donna,
Newcleus,
Cameo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mo-Dettes,
Guru Guru,
Harry Pussy,
Glambeats Corp.,
New Order,
Pantaleimon,
Joensuu 1685,
The Stooges,
The Five Americans,
Vladislav Delay,
Icehouse,
Intrusion,
Infiniti,
Gong,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flash Fearless,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scientists,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Happenings,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.