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 Marshall Islands and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the punk 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
John Coltrane,
Dennis Brown,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
EPMD,
Robert Wyatt,
Don Cherry,
Qualms,
Subhumans,
Pantaleimon,
The Happenings,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Swans,
The Residents,
Panda Bear,
Ohio Players,
The Vogues,
John Cale,
Clear Light,
Maleditus Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fuzztones,
Parry Music,
Tim Buckley,
The Neon Judgement,
Groovy Waters,
Ituana,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minor Threat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-102,
The Real Kids,
Lebanon Hanover,
Warsaw,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Toni Rubio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crime,
KRS-One,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
H. Thieme,
Guru Guru,
the Association,
Bad Manners,
Niagra,
The Cure,
Yazoo,
Moebius,
Laurel Aitken,
Pole,
The Invisible,
Spandau Ballet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Suicide,
The Smiths,
Newcleus,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.