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 Australia and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Walker Brothers to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Yaz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Visage,
X-Ray Spex,
David McCallum,
Joey Negro,
Gang of Four,
Albert Ayler,
Fluxion,
The Busters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kayak,
Japan,
Guru Guru,
Crooked Eye,
Crime,
The Index,
Magma,
The Gories,
Spandau Ballet,
Silicon Teens,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Remains,
ABC,
The Shadows of Knight,
Agent Orange,
Patti Smith,
Main Source,
Ultimate Spinach,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Janne Schatter,
Marine Girls,
The Star Department,
Niagra,
Mantronix,
Wolf Eyes,
Howard Jones,
Monolake,
Kerrie Biddell,
The J.B.'s,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Funkadelic,
Morten Harket,
Sonic Youth,
MC5,
Boredoms,
Kurtis Blow,
Lyres,
UT,
Ralphi Rosario,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Red Krayola,
Chris & Cosey,
a-ha,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David Bowie,
Newcleus,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.