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 Liberia and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 David Bowie 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Motions,
Kenny Larkin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Birthday Party,
Unrelated Segments,
The Real Kids,
Deadbeat,
Soft Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bob Dylan,
The Velvet Underground,
Maleditus Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Camouflage,
8 Eyed Spy,
Carl Craig,
Dorothy Ashby,
48th St. Collective,
The Cowsills,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harmonia,
Flamin' Groovies,
Massinfluence,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bad Manners,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
K-Klass,
The Victims,
The Skatalites,
Eurythmics,
The Beau Brummels,
New York Dolls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crooked Eye,
Erasure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gap Band,
One Last Wish,
Moby Grape,
Fela Kuti,
Pole,
Royal Trux,
Andrew Hill,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scientists,
Alphaville,
The Fuzztones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cal Tjader,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Christie,
Blossom Toes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Zapp,
Grauzone,
Make Up,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Loose Ends,
The Slackers,
Ice-T,
Swans,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.