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 Hungary and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delta 5,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scion,
The Residents,
Quantec,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Starr,
Quadrant,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skaos,
Bobby Womack,
R.M.O.,
Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
Electric Light Orchestra,
H. Thieme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hoover,
Jimmy McGriff,
Smog,
Barrington Levy,
Todd Terry,
Aural Exciters,
Stiv Bators,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Donny Hathaway,
Nas,
ABC,
Pagans,
Animal Collective,
The Offenders,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Associates,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Birthday Party,
Byron Stingily,
The Selecter,
Ituana,
Scan 7,
John Lydon,
Janne Schatter,
June Days,
Absolute Body Control,
Eden Ahbez,
Altered Images,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wolf Eyes,
Schoolly D,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gladiators,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
L. Decosne,
Parry Music,
The Mummies,
The Fuzztones,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.