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 Palau and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 AZ to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 808 and a theremin 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
The Blackbyrds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hardrive,
The Moody Blues,
Hashim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roger Hodgson,
Dead Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Das Ding,
John Cale,
New Order,
The Kinks,
a-ha,
Q65,
Scratch Acid,
The Shadows of Knight,
Groovy Waters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
KRS-One,
Television Personalities,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Accadde A,
Joey Negro,
Fluxion,
Barbara Tucker,
Wally Richardson,
Soft Machine,
Lou Christie,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Franke,
MDC,
Visage,
The Toasters,
Cheater Slicks,
Moebius,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aswad,
Rekid,
Ken Boothe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Make Up,
Rhythm & Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mark Hollis,
The Offenders,
Roxy Music,
Todd Rundgren,
Motorama,
The United States of America,
Grey Daturas,
Ronnie Foster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blake Baxter,
Blancmange,
Prince Buster,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.