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 Equatorial Guinea and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lee Hazlewood to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Avey Tare,
Big Daddy Kane,
Panda Bear,
Adolescents,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pharoah Sanders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nirvana,
Jeff Mills,
Sun City Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Massinfluence,
The Index,
The Velvet Underground,
Tomorrow,
Ohio Players,
AZ,
Hoover,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter & Gordon,
Sparks,
The Neon Judgement,
Tim Buckley,
Excepter,
Television Personalities,
Maleditus Sound,
Junior Murvin,
X-Ray Spex,
Derrick Morgan,
PIL,
Ice-T,
The Fugs,
Malaria!,
the Germs,
Q and Not U,
James Chance & The Contortions,
UT,
The Victims,
Minnie Riperton,
Porter Ricks,
Anthony Braxton,
The Electric Prunes,
June of 44,
Grauzone,
Barry Ungar,
Niagra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Second Layer,
Popol Vuh,
Livin' Joy,
Vainqueur,
Pere Ubu,
Mantronix,
K-Klass,
Symarip,
Shoche,
Q65,
Banda Bassotti,
Crime,
Franke,
Y Pants,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Kinks,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.