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 Uruguay and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Amon Düül II to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
The Alarm Clocks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Birthday Party,
Juan Atkins,
Tim Buckley,
The Doobie Brothers,
David Axelrod,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Offenders,
Angry Samoans,
Warren Ellis,
Vainqueur,
Von Mondo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pharoah Sanders,
Curtis Mayfield,
Monks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Suburban Knight,
the Sonics,
Supertramp,
La Düsseldorf,
Deadbeat,
Eric Copeland,
Quadrant,
The Star Department,
Blake Baxter,
Nils Olav,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Slackers,
Charles Mingus,
Dark Day,
Mission of Burma,
The Divine Comedy,
Leonard Cohen,
Amon Düül,
ABBA,
Crispy Ambulance,
L. Decosne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Motorama,
Eden Ahbez,
Moebius,
Niagra,
Ornette Coleman,
The Blackbyrds,
AZ,
Malaria!,
Scott Walker,
The Last Poets,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mark Hollis,
The Cure,
Rekid,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.