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 Vietnam and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Derrick May 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Bush Tetras,
Tubeway Army,
Oblivians,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tomorrow,
The Cowsills,
In Retrospect,
Reuben Wilson,
Mandrill,
Malaria!,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sonny Sharrock,
Royal Trux,
Pere Ubu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Basic Channel,
The Gladiators,
Reagan Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Danielle Patucci,
Monolake,
Ken Boothe,
Mars,
E-Dancer,
The Gap Band,
The Mojo Men,
Black Sheep,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roxy Music,
The Index,
Isaac Hayes,
June of 44,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David Axelrod,
The Litter,
The Gories,
Soul II Soul,
Crime,
Accadde A,
Skaos,
Arcadia,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moebius,
Animal Collective,
The Fall,
Bobby Womack,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deepchord,
Hasil Adkins,
Circle Jerks,
Peter and Kerry,
Aaron Thompson,
Bill Near,
John Holt,
Scan 7,
DJ Sneak,
Minny Pops,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Happenings,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.