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 Luxembourg and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Kenny Larkin to the grunge 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Ice-T,
Heaven 17,
Talk Talk,
Darondo,
Metal Thangz,
Joe Finger,
Public Enemy,
Ituana,
Chris & Cosey,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DJ Style,
John Cale,
D'Angelo,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Flash Fearless,
Tommy Roe,
Boz Scaggs,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Sonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
F. McDonald,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gong,
Shuggie Otis,
Magma,
Motorama,
Theoretical Girls,
Loose Ends,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jandek,
Flipper,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dead C,
Gang Starr,
Duran Duran,
Marc Almond,
The Buckinghams,
L. Decosne,
Television Personalities,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soft Cell,
Gabor Szabo,
Quadrant,
Rotary Connection,
David Bowie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Infiniti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Qualms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rosa Yemen,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.