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 Indonesia and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Visage to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
The Divine Comedy,
Slick Rick,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Star Department,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Slits,
Dennis Brown,
The Slackers,
The Busters,
Sound Behaviour,
Minnie Riperton,
Rites of Spring,
New Age Steppers,
the Human League,
Suburban Knight,
DJ Sneak,
Quantec,
Simply Red,
Michelle Simonal,
Deadbeat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang of Four,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
B.T. Express,
Cecil Taylor,
The Smoke,
Sight & Sound,
Au Pairs,
The Electric Prunes,
Iggy Pop,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Panda Bear,
Crispian St. Peters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
cv313,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Youth Brigade,
Sun City Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ituana,
Chris & Cosey,
Sam Rivers,
Groovy Waters,
Erykah Badu,
Ronnie Foster,
Arcadia,
Tim Buckley,
In Retrospect,
The Gun Club,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grauzone,
Grey Daturas,
The Gories,
Malaria!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Blake Baxter,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.