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 El Salvador and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 New York 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 sitar 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 Boz Scaggs to the grunge 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Infiniti,
Ultra Naté,
Godley & Creme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Womack,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Monolake,
Monks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
L. Decosne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Divine Comedy,
Mark Hollis,
Josef K,
Tim Buckley,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brand Nubian,
Laurel Aitken,
Flash Fearless,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Anakelly,
Newcleus,
The Black Dice,
Index,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fat Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Franke,
Niagra,
Donald Byrd,
Rakim,
Camouflage,
Goldenarms,
Blake Baxter,
DNA,
Interpol,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
One Last Wish,
World's Most,
Thompson Twins,
Pantaleimon,
The Names,
Matthew Bourne,
Roxy Music,
The Remains,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boredoms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Buzzcocks,
Organ,
JFA,
Scott Walker,
Deakin,
Circle Jerks,
Shoche,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.