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 Italy and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 June Days to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Animal Collective,
The Misunderstood,
Swans,
Quadrant,
the Human League,
Sixth Finger,
Excepter,
Circle Jerks,
Trumans Water,
Grey Daturas,
Pere Ubu,
Monks,
The Mummies,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DJ Style,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mark Hollis,
Ornette Coleman,
Faraquet,
Johnny Clarke,
The Kinks,
Faust,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Delta 5,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Symarip,
Jacques Brel,
Jeff Mills,
The Victims,
Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Litter,
Outsiders,
Funkadelic,
Make Up,
Bluetip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fire Engines,
Visage,
Black Bananas,
Peter & Gordon,
Laurel Aitken,
The Seeds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Remains,
Underground Resistance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pulsallama,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oblivians,
Nico,
Chris & Cosey,
Altered Images,
Bobby Byrd,
The Shadows of Knight,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.