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 Haiti and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Q65 to the grunge 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
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,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bush Tetras,
Ohio Players,
The Smoke,
Rekid,
David McCallum,
June of 44,
Hoover,
Malaria!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fela Kuti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Flag,
The Alarm Clocks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Archie Shepp,
Bootsy Collins,
The Knickerbockers,
Susan Cadogan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Johnny Clarke,
R.M.O.,
Juan Atkins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cymande,
James White and The Blacks,
Reuben Wilson,
Alphaville,
Patti Smith,
The Kinks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
The Slits,
Groovy Waters,
the Normal,
Crash Course in Science,
The Velvet Underground,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Skatalites,
Swans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aloha Tigers,
Radiohead,
Albert Ayler,
the Swans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Charles Mingus,
Slave,
Babytalk,
Ice-T,
Hashim,
Faust,
Tim Buckley,
Bizarre Inc.,
Guru Guru,
Newcleus,
Zero Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.