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 Poland and from London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Lalann to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Smog,
Wally Richardson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Newcleus,
Negative Approach,
Royal Trux,
DJ Sneak,
Faraquet,
Laurel Aitken,
B.T. Express,
Vainqueur,
June Days,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Count Five,
Graham Central Station,
Thompson Twins,
Dual Sessions,
FM Einheit,
Fluxion,
Barry Ungar,
Rotary Connection,
Jacob Miller,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultra Naté,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rekid,
Dawn Penn,
OOIOO,
World's Most,
Bang On A Can,
Brand Nubian,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Swans,
Bill Near,
Ponytail,
Grauzone,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Archie Shepp,
Mantronix,
Lower 48,
Depeche Mode,
Oneida,
Pantaleimon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Maleditus Sound,
Schoolly D,
Danielle Patucci,
Charles Mingus,
Dead Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Blancmange,
Johnny Clarke,
Pere Ubu,
Barrington Levy,
Black Sheep,
Sandy B,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Supertramp,
Crooked Eye,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.