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 Sri Lanka and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mandrill to the grime 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
The Cure,
Matthew Bourne,
Camouflage,
Au Pairs,
Chrome,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Electric Prunes,
Aaron Thompson,
Todd Rundgren,
Los Fastidios,
The Associates,
The Knickerbockers,
Maurizio,
MC5,
Neil Young,
Absolute Body Control,
the Sonics,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare,
Little Man,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fat Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Infiniti,
Lalann,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
LL Cool J,
Bluetip,
Iggy Pop,
The Fugs,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quantec,
The Blues Magoos,
Gong,
Lucky Dragons,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Wyatt,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Womack,
10cc,
Tim Buckley,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heaven 17,
Gang Green,
The Dead C,
Moss Icon,
Toni Rubio,
cv313,
The Sound,
The J.B.'s,
The Offenders,
Connie Case,
The Walker Brothers,
The Kinks,
Symarip,
David Bowie,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Don Cherry,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.