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 East Timor and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the rock 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Womack,
Cecil Taylor,
Tim Buckley,
Monolake,
E-Dancer,
Morten Harket,
Joey Negro,
Oneida,
Cheater Slicks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Birthday Party,
Theoretical Girls,
Eurythmics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Clarke,
Animal Collective,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultravox,
Vladislav Delay,
Sister Nancy,
Agitation Free,
Tubeway Army,
Black Bananas,
Jerry's Kids,
Wolf Eyes,
Lower 48,
Peter and Kerry,
Khruangbin,
Magma,
Make Up,
Harpers Bizarre,
Niagra,
Slick Rick,
The Electric Prunes,
Saccharine Trust,
Clear Light,
Subhumans,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fortunes,
Moss Icon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arthur Verocai,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Steve Hackett,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Freddie Wadling,
Wings,
Schoolly D,
Amon Düül II,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rosa Yemen,
Section 25,
Pylon,
David Axelrod,
Zapp,
The Golliwogs,
Fugazi,
The Martian,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.