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 Albania and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 Derrick May to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Au Pairs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ornette Coleman,
Ohio Players,
The Sonics,
The Tremeloes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Black Dice,
Audionom,
the Sonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nik Kershaw,
The Martian,
The Cramps,
Harry Pussy,
Graham Central Station,
Electric Prunes,
PIL,
Siglo XX,
Howard Jones,
Joe Smooth,
The Young Rascals,
Niagra,
Sparks,
Gichy Dan,
Supertramp,
Nils Olav,
The Trojans,
James White and The Blacks,
Clear Light,
Jawbox,
David Axelrod,
Pet Shop Boys,
Porter Ricks,
The Last Poets,
Amon Düül II,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thompson Twins,
U.S. Maple,
Aural Exciters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oblivians,
Ultimate Spinach,
Heaven 17,
David McCallum,
Anthony Braxton,
The Velvet Underground,
Glenn Branca,
The J.B.'s,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Moody Blues,
Angry Samoans,
Deepchord,
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Style,
Derrick Morgan,
Cybotron,
The Durutti Column,
Andrew Hill,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.