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 Singapore 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Holger Czukay 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 Zero Boys to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
The Grass Roots,
Rod Modell,
Rufus Thomas,
Eurythmics,
Skriet,
Crime,
Television,
The Red Krayola,
Nico,
Dorothy Ashby,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Association,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Icehouse,
Sandy B,
The Kinks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Barracudas,
Minor Threat,
Minnie Riperton,
Joyce Sims,
Con Funk Shun,
Electric Prunes,
Bill Wells,
Scrapy,
The Fuzztones,
Sarah Menescal,
Pierre Henry,
The Move,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Babytalk,
Organ,
Pulsallama,
Eddi Front,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Monks,
Juan Atkins,
Yusef Lateef,
Terry Callier,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Severed Heads,
Supertramp,
Quando Quango,
Judy Mowatt,
Echospace,
The Black Dice,
Marmalade,
China Crisis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Faraquet,
Warren Ellis,
Niagra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Maurizio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ornette Coleman,
Excepter,
John Cale,
Morten Harket,
Technova,
Sonic Youth,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.