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 Malta 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Jacques Brel to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
The Divine Comedy,
Moebius,
The Blackbyrds,
Mars,
Animal Collective,
Arab on Radar,
The Golliwogs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The United States of America,
Inner City,
Popol Vuh,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Foxx,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cameo,
Pylon,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Derrick Morgan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eve St. Jones,
Funky Four + One,
Max Romeo,
The Stooges,
The Sonics,
Supertramp,
Stiv Bators,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Reuben Wilson,
Sex Pistols,
The Human League,
Spandau Ballet,
Don Cherry,
Laurel Aitken,
Flash Fearless,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ronnie Foster,
Chris & Cosey,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stetsasonic,
Spoonie Gee,
Pierre Henry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
L. Decosne,
The Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mo-Dettes,
Harry Pussy,
Fad Gadget,
Sandy B,
Oblivians,
Darondo,
Main Source,
Graham Central Station,
Bluetip,
Section 25,
Crooked Eye,
Sällskapet,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.