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 Romania and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Young Rascals to the grunge 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
FM Einheit,
Shoche,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nas,
Colin Newman,
Harmonia,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Au Pairs,
The Neon Judgement,
Connie Case,
Reagan Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Swans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joey Negro,
The Flesh Eaters,
Icehouse,
The Durutti Column,
Idris Muhammad,
Cybotron,
Blancmange,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sparks,
David McCallum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Guru Guru,
Lakeside,
Soft Cell,
Spoonie Gee,
Iggy Pop,
Cheater Slicks,
Sandy B,
Slick Rick,
Peter & Gordon,
Television,
Altered Images,
Quadrant,
Metal Thangz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June of 44,
Aloha Tigers,
Stetsasonic,
Funkadelic,
Nils Olav,
The Fuzztones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Morten Harket,
Ultravox,
The Beau Brummels,
Stereo Dub,
Main Source,
Michelle Simonal,
Tres Demented,
Althea and Donna,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pole,
Hoover,
Prince Buster,
The Mummies,
Lyres,
Alphaville,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.