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 Malawi and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Can to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Scion,
Inner City,
Excepter,
Blancmange,
The Gladiators,
The Sonics,
Goldenarms,
The Toasters,
Steve Hackett,
Joe Finger,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scrapy,
The Buckinghams,
Talk Talk,
Desert Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Au Pairs,
Aaron Thompson,
Tom Boy,
Pagans,
Maurizio,
Echospace,
Masters at Work,
Procol Harum,
June Days,
Barrington Levy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ralphi Rosario,
Prince Buster,
Altered Images,
Chrome,
Von Mondo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
T. Rex,
Index,
Lightning Bolt,
Connie Case,
Freddie Wadling,
Cecil Taylor,
The Litter,
Minutemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Move,
New York Dolls,
Black Bananas,
Subhumans,
Monks,
The Cowsills,
Morten Harket,
Outsiders,
The J.B.'s,
Joey Negro,
Yusef Lateef,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Slick Rick,
The Doobie Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
Suburban Knight,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.