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 Greece and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
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 snare 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 The Cure to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a chamberlin 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 synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Easy Going,
the Swans,
10cc,
Letta Mbulu,
Shoche,
Tres Demented,
Quantec,
Cameo,
Ituana,
Kurtis Blow,
The Tremeloes,
Eurythmics,
Dennis Brown,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deepchord,
Panda Bear,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barrington Levy,
Magazine,
The Residents,
Black Moon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pussy Galore,
Rakim,
Deadbeat,
Slave,
Hoover,
a-ha,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Modern Lovers,
Sixth Finger,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Walker Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Patti Smith,
Electric Prunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Christie,
Matthew Bourne,
Grey Daturas,
Supertramp,
Jacob Miller,
Buzzcocks,
Andrew Hill,
June of 44,
MC5,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
Steve Hackett,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minny Pops,
Bob Dylan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Banda Bassotti,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joey Negro,
The Skatalites,
Public Enemy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.