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 Lithuania and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Bush Tetras to the electroclash 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All X-101 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Warsaw,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Modern Lovers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sam Rivers,
The Pop Group,
The Searchers,
Crooked Eye,
Cal Tjader,
Zero Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Livin' Joy,
Crash Course in Science,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Hood,
Alison Limerick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Real Kids,
Ornette Coleman,
Television Personalities,
Brothers Johnson,
Minnie Riperton,
Japan,
Young Marble Giants,
The Young Rascals,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ronan,
The Wake,
Idris Muhammad,
Hoover,
Anakelly,
Jimmy McGriff,
Goldenarms,
The Fall,
Sparks,
Minor Threat,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brick,
Hot Snakes,
Lindisfarne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cowsills,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Smoke,
Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
Technova,
Whodini,
World's Most,
The Associates,
Siglo XX,
Buzzcocks,
Pylon,
Reuben Wilson,
Scion,
Simply Red,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.