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 Somalia and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Sister Nancy to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Remains,
DJ Style,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Little Man,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Womack,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Hood,
The Fuzztones,
Altered Images,
Peter & Gordon,
Underground Resistance,
Vainqueur,
Althea and Donna,
Morten Harket,
The Mummies,
Television Personalities,
In Retrospect,
Tomorrow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
These Immortal Souls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare,
Anakelly,
Sixth Finger,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry's Kids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter and Kerry,
Absolute Body Control,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alton Ellis,
Black Moon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lucky Dragons,
Angry Samoans,
The Evens,
Main Source,
Interpol,
Soft Cell,
Neu!,
Ituana,
The Zeros,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marmalade,
The Mojo Men,
Fad Gadget,
The Last Poets,
Joe Smooth,
Ronnie Foster,
Magazine,
Donald Byrd,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Porter Ricks,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.