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 Belgium and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Big Daddy Kane,
Slick Rick,
Erykah Badu,
Minny Pops,
Jacques Brel,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultravox,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Henry Cow,
Index,
Neu!,
Con Funk Shun,
Sandy B,
Infiniti,
Quantec,
Pagans,
Mr. Review,
The Dave Clark Five,
Faraquet,
Mo-Dettes,
the Normal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun Ra,
Zapp,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minutemen,
Cameo,
The Slits,
In Retrospect,
Janne Schatter,
Johnny Clarke,
June of 44,
Delta 5,
Fad Gadget,
The Angels of Light,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lalo Schifrin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Remains,
Eric Copeland,
The Mummies,
ABBA,
Technova,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric B and Rakim,
Buzzcocks,
The Fire Engines,
The Cure,
Monolake,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Stooges,
Make Up,
Andrew Hill,
Connie Case,
The Young Rascals,
Quadrant,
Black Flag,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.