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 Burkina 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the jazz 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Marine Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Womack,
Young Marble Giants,
Symarip,
Iggy Pop,
Gastr Del Sol,
Steve Hackett,
Marmalade,
Lalo Schifrin,
Maurizio,
Television,
Magma,
Eddi Front,
Malaria!,
Chrome,
Pantaleimon,
Sex Pistols,
Scientists,
Alphaville,
The Index,
ABBA,
Moby Grape,
The Evens,
Erykah Badu,
Monks,
Aswad,
Lucky Dragons,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Electric Prunes,
X-101,
Sandy B,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Tim Buckley,
Audionom,
Livin' Joy,
The Grass Roots,
Radio Birdman,
Sonic Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sparks,
Michelle Simonal,
Easy Going,
Negative Approach,
Man Eating Sloth,
Janne Schatter,
Kenny Larkin,
The Associates,
Clear Light,
Silicon Teens,
The Fire Engines,
Roxy Music,
R.M.O.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dennis Brown,
Fugazi,
Shuggie Otis,
Josef K,
June of 44,
Soft Machine,
Half Japanese,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.