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 Congo and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 The Wake to the jazz 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bauhaus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joe Finger,
The Fugs,
Slick Rick,
T. Rex,
X-101,
Ten City,
Rufus Thomas,
D'Angelo,
Moby Grape,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Niagra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Selecter,
Bob Dylan,
the Association,
Banda Bassotti,
Tim Buckley,
Q65,
Saccharine Trust,
OOIOO,
Main Source,
Black Bananas,
Judy Mowatt,
Fad Gadget,
Scratch Acid,
Yaz,
Alphaville,
Scion,
Silicon Teens,
Harmonia,
Khruangbin,
Tears for Fears,
Aural Exciters,
Swans,
The Real Kids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brand Nubian,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Hood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Glenn Branca,
Piero Umiliani,
Ohio Players,
Supertramp,
Babytalk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Junior Murvin,
The Skatalites,
Roxette,
Delon & Dalcan,
Anthony Braxton,
The Martian,
Yellowson,
Soft Cell,
The Fire Engines,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.