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 Moldova and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jacob Miller to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Scrapy,
Das Ding,
Magazine,
Sonic Youth,
Black Sheep,
Todd Rundgren,
Underground Resistance,
Zapp,
Kaleidoscope,
The Happenings,
8 Eyed Spy,
DJ Sneak,
Patti Smith,
Delta 5,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Maleditus Sound,
The Trojans,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Searchers,
The Fall,
Althea and Donna,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jacques Brel,
The American Breed,
Lyres,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skaos,
Skriet,
Soul II Soul,
Gichy Dan,
Al Stewart,
Animal Collective,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marvin Gaye,
Matthew Bourne,
Cluster,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Iggy Pop,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sparks,
Easy Going,
Fear,
Goldenarms,
Spoonie Gee,
Yusef Lateef,
Leonard Cohen,
Dual Sessions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nirvana,
Erasure,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ken Boothe,
Fat Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Au Pairs,
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.