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 Iran and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Skriet to the crunk 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
The Barracudas,
Yusef Lateef,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stereo Dub,
Eric Dolphy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crooked Eye,
Swell Maps,
Wings,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Swans,
Marvin Gaye,
The Birthday Party,
The Monks,
Erasure,
Accadde A,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kayak,
Fugazi,
Scan 7,
Donald Byrd,
The Dirtbombs,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare,
Pylon,
Dual Sessions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Suicide,
Blancmange,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Victims,
Archie Shepp,
X-Ray Spex,
Ten City,
Saccharine Trust,
T. Rex,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Evens,
Quadrant,
Letta Mbulu,
Joensuu 1685,
Lakeside,
Organ,
Amon Düül,
Sun Ra,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Bananas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Count Five,
The Fire Engines,
Angry Samoans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aswad,
Depeche Mode,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Swans,
Spoonie Gee,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.