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 Cyprus and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Ken Boothe to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
The Fortunes,
Echospace,
U.S. Maple,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minnie Riperton,
Liliput,
Erykah Badu,
Juan Atkins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tim Buckley,
48th St. Collective,
The Victims,
Infiniti,
Guru Guru,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lindisfarne,
Marine Girls,
FM Einheit,
Moby Grape,
Jandek,
Scan 7,
Duran Duran,
Todd Rundgren,
DNA,
Mars,
Man Parrish,
The Modern Lovers,
Derrick Morgan,
The Red Krayola,
Sun City Girls,
Subhumans,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lower 48,
DJ Style,
Tubeway Army,
John Cale,
Lou Christie,
X-Ray Spex,
DJ Sneak,
Simply Red,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skriet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Laurel Aitken,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scientists,
Gang Starr,
the Slits,
Kool Moe Dee,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Reuben Wilson,
Oblivians,
Underground Resistance,
Popol Vuh,
The Dirtbombs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultravox,
The Searchers,
E-Dancer,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.