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 Lithuania and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Colin Newman to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
the Fania All-Stars,
Trumans Water,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cluster,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fortunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Germs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Moody Blues,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Make Up,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bill Near,
The Velvet Underground,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Guru Guru,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Electric Prunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Symarip,
Black Pus,
T. Rex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Theoretical Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Little Man,
The Young Rascals,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joe Smooth,
The Five Americans,
Camberwell Now,
Monks,
Fluxion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cowsills,
The Names,
The Doors,
Ronan,
Bluetip,
Ponytail,
Amon Düül,
Mr. Review,
Lightning Bolt,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Zeros,
Skarface,
These Immortal Souls,
Isaac Hayes,
Japan,
Arab on Radar,
Marmalade,
Joensuu 1685,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.