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 Congo and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 Tomorrow to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
The Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
In Retrospect,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Josef K,
Bluetip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Foxx,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lightning Bolt,
Circle Jerks,
Wally Richardson,
Hoover,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jacques Brel,
Minny Pops,
Gang Green,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kaleidoscope,
Das Ding,
the Normal,
Bob Dylan,
Sister Nancy,
The Fall,
Franke,
Main Source,
X-101,
Charles Mingus,
kango's stein massive,
Grey Daturas,
Fluxion,
EPMD,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Evens,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mantronix,
Soulsonic Force,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Simply Red,
Idris Muhammad,
The Invisible,
The Toasters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Icehouse,
The Buckinghams,
Ituana,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pole,
Eden Ahbez,
Max Romeo,
Funkadelic,
Siglo XX,
Peter & Gordon,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.