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 Hungary and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the funk 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Leonard Cohen,
Technova,
New Age Steppers,
Skarface,
Peter and Kerry,
Con Funk Shun,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Massinfluence,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Silicon Teens,
Jawbox,
Yusef Lateef,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Byrd,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blossom Toes,
Model 500,
The Star Department,
E-Dancer,
Marine Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sound,
The Barracudas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Niagra,
June Days,
Quando Quango,
Jacob Miller,
Yellowson,
The J.B.'s,
The Pop Group,
Kayak,
Rekid,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Selecter,
Nils Olav,
Barrington Levy,
Sex Pistols,
The Searchers,
Parry Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ituana,
Fela Kuti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Main Source,
Fluxion,
Anakelly,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fuzztones,
Rod Modell,
These Immortal Souls,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gladiators,
Funky Four + One,
Joyce Sims,
Charles Mingus,
La Düsseldorf,
Electric Prunes,
Blancmange,
Joensuu 1685,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.