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 Micronesia and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crispian St. Peters to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Fatback Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Byron Stingily,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Maleditus Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Shoche,
Bill Near,
Ultimate Spinach,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Albert Ayler,
Mantronix,
L. Decosne,
Skaos,
Wire,
10cc,
Freddie Wadling,
Main Source,
One Last Wish,
Excepter,
ABBA,
Cal Tjader,
Eve St. Jones,
Alton Ellis,
Basic Channel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Sheep,
OOIOO,
Godley & Creme,
B.T. Express,
The Black Dice,
Blossom Toes,
Yusef Lateef,
Neil Young,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Five Americans,
Delta 5,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David Bowie,
Erykah Badu,
X-102,
Gang Starr,
Glenn Branca,
Pierre Henry,
Ice-T,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Durutti Column,
X-101,
Jandek,
Anthony Braxton,
Rapeman,
Kaleidoscope,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
World's Most,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sugar Minott,
Peter and Kerry,
Alison Limerick,
T.S.O.L.,
kango's stein massive,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.