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 Georgia and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Sam Rivers,
the Sonics,
Television,
EPMD,
Shoche,
Pere Ubu,
Depeche Mode,
The Dead C,
John Coltrane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quantec,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Excepter,
Idris Muhammad,
Nico,
Pagans,
The Moody Blues,
H. Thieme,
Leonard Cohen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roy Ayers,
CMW,
Reagan Youth,
Sun City Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fuzztones,
Gichy Dan,
Aural Exciters,
Mission of Burma,
Wire,
KRS-One,
Laurel Aitken,
Fatback Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Al Stewart,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roxy Music,
Crispy Ambulance,
Procol Harum,
Kerri Chandler,
The Slits,
The Evens,
The Real Kids,
Moebius,
ABBA,
Talk Talk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Index,
MC5,
John Foxx,
The Electric Prunes,
Chrome,
Metal Thangz,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cramps,
The Names,
Circle Jerks,
Ultra Naté,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.