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 Iceland and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Tommy Roe to the crunk 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Country Teasers,
The Selecter,
Bizarre Inc.,
June of 44,
The Residents,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Sheep,
Amon Düül II,
Minnie Riperton,
Funkadelic,
Minutemen,
Symarip,
Idris Muhammad,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Agitation Free,
Cecil Taylor,
Little Man,
The Grass Roots,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mo-Dettes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
Ohio Players,
X-101,
Ossler,
Franke,
Chris Corsano,
The Dead C,
Ultimate Spinach,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fuzztones,
Tubeway Army,
the Germs,
Malaria!,
The Gladiators,
Iggy Pop,
Donald Byrd,
Sonic Youth,
Rakim,
Fatback Band,
The Wake,
Wasted Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soft Machine,
Lakeside,
Scientists,
Newcleus,
Anthony Braxton,
The Associates,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sparks,
Nick Fraelich,
Bill Near,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jesper Dahlback,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Guru Guru,
The Smiths,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.