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 Australia and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar 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 Clear Light to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Neu!,
The Seeds,
Bill Wells,
La Düsseldorf,
Deakin,
Barry Ungar,
The Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sixth Finger,
Kerri Chandler,
The Knickerbockers,
Warren Ellis,
Flipper,
Jeff Lynne,
Babytalk,
Anthony Braxton,
The Last Poets,
Ice-T,
Organ,
The Wake,
Lindisfarne,
Brand Nubian,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Divine Comedy,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Sherman,
Index,
Can,
The Blues Magoos,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Au Pairs,
Theoretical Girls,
Y Pants,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Wyatt,
Bush Tetras,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Hood,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kaleidoscope,
The Martian,
Buzzcocks,
Bang On A Can,
The Five Americans,
Harry Pussy,
Althea and Donna,
The Pop Group,
Cameo,
Pylon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nirvana,
Minnie Riperton,
KRS-One,
Agitation Free,
Stereo Dub,
John Holt,
cv313,
The Cure,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kevin Saunderson,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.