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 Denmark and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 The Doors to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minutemen,
The Monochrome Set,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Icehouse,
ABBA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Newcleus,
Erasure,
Japan,
The Toasters,
JFA,
Stereo Dub,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
48th St. Collective,
Wally Richardson,
Sällskapet,
Minny Pops,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rotary Connection,
Minor Threat,
T.S.O.L.,
Alton Ellis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Q and Not U,
The Count Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ice-T,
Skriet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Excepter,
Pulsallama,
Drexciya,
Lakeside,
The Seeds,
Duran Duran,
Black Sheep,
Arcadia,
Supertramp,
Ronan,
Organ,
Tomorrow,
Bootsy Collins,
Dual Sessions,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Doors,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gap Band,
Connie Case,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Human League,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scan 7,
Ronnie Foster,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.