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 Cape Verde and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Josef K to the dance 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Second Layer,
Sixth Finger,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Alison Limerick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Parry Music,
The Techniques,
The Monks,
Gong,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Carl Craig,
Godley & Creme,
Guru Guru,
Bob Dylan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lakeside,
The Offenders,
Idris Muhammad,
Main Source,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stockholm Monsters,
U.S. Maple,
Bootsy Collins,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Selecter,
the Soft Cell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sparks,
Graham Central Station,
Minor Threat,
Blossom Toes,
Thompson Twins,
John Foxx,
The New Christs,
cv313,
The Martian,
Lyres,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grey Daturas,
Yazoo,
Echospace,
Little Man,
Iggy Pop,
Mad Mike,
Andrew Hill,
Supertramp,
Bauhaus,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eden Ahbez,
Suicide,
Pulsallama,
Angry Samoans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kurtis Blow,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.