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 Norway and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the rock 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
The Cramps,
Tubeway Army,
Infiniti,
Pussy Galore,
Erasure,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker,
Godley & Creme,
Jacob Miller,
Ice-T,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deakin,
Avey Tare,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Offenders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-Ray Spex,
Traffic Nightmare,
New York Dolls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blossom Toes,
The Move,
Public Enemy,
Reagan Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
Liliput,
MDC,
Idris Muhammad,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Sight & Sound,
The United States of America,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Sherman,
Metal Thangz,
Sugar Minott,
Qualms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Surgeon,
Rekid,
Curtis Mayfield,
Country Teasers,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gladiators,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Monochrome Set,
Beasts of Bourbon,
K-Klass,
Can,
Soulsonic Force,
The Residents,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang of Four,
Joey Negro,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Accadde A,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Görl,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.