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 Cambodia and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Sad Lovers and Giants 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Suicide,
Dark Day,
The Litter,
Whodini,
The Invisible,
Rekid,
Model 500,
Procol Harum,
Eurythmics,
Electric Prunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wings,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Star Department,
China Crisis,
Tom Boy,
Mars,
Sister Nancy,
the Normal,
Alton Ellis,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cowsills,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camouflage,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Blackbyrds,
Lightning Bolt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Holt,
Pierre Henry,
Amon Düül,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jandek,
The Happenings,
Swell Maps,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Monolake,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brick,
Prince Buster,
The Fuzztones,
Black Bananas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Suburban Knight,
Grauzone,
Cal Tjader,
The Modern Lovers,
Parry Music,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Metal Thangz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nirvana,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Schoolly D,
Gastr Del Sol,
ABBA,
Isaac Hayes,
Aural Exciters,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.