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 Chile and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Beau Brummels to the disco 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter & Gordon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The United States of America,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Magazine,
The Move,
Bob Dylan,
Newcleus,
Fluxion,
Visage,
Wolf Eyes,
Bronski Beat,
Johnny Clarke,
Idris Muhammad,
The Golliwogs,
John Holt,
Jimmy McGriff,
8 Eyed Spy,
Massinfluence,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
48th St. Collective,
The Stooges,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rosa Yemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scratch Acid,
Black Flag,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kerri Chandler,
The Zeros,
Wally Richardson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers,
Niagra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Make Up,
Sex Pistols,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Womack,
Dorothy Ashby,
Charles Mingus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Goldenarms,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeff Lynne,
Hashim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Desert Stars,
Malaria!,
Scan 7,
The Toasters,
Robert Görl,
Duran Duran,
Grey Daturas,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.