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 Estonia and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Groovy Waters,
The Busters,
Mad Mike,
The Angels of Light,
Darondo,
Clear Light,
The Pop Group,
Mr. Review,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pylon,
Franke,
Boz Scaggs,
Dave Gahan,
The Velvet Underground,
Mark Hollis,
Popol Vuh,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chrome,
Steve Hackett,
Deakin,
Wings,
Zapp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Bananas,
UT,
Supertramp,
Scion,
Albert Ayler,
Al Stewart,
Ronnie Foster,
The Black Dice,
Pierre Henry,
Nils Olav,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pet Shop Boys,
Symarip,
Blossom Toes,
Scratch Acid,
Marc Almond,
Nas,
Rosa Yemen,
Unrelated Segments,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dead Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warsaw,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Shoche,
The J.B.'s,
Henry Cow,
The Dead C,
Panda Bear,
Peter & Gordon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.