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 Malawi and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 MDC 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Lower 48,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fat Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Radiohead,
Supertramp,
KRS-One,
John Coltrane,
Clear Light,
The Standells,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skriet,
Marvin Gaye,
The Golliwogs,
Pagans,
The Cramps,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Colin Newman,
Sexual Harrassment,
T.S.O.L.,
Parry Music,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeff Lynne,
Thee Headcoats,
This Heat,
Porter Ricks,
Sight & Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Q and Not U,
Bizarre Inc.,
Funky Four + One,
Fela Kuti,
Idris Muhammad,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Essential Logic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dawn Penn,
The Divine Comedy,
Roger Hodgson,
Funkadelic,
Blancmange,
Lyres,
Depeche Mode,
Theoretical Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Pretty Things,
Aloha Tigers,
The Doobie Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Crooked Eye,
Gang of Four,
Yellowson,
Danielle Patucci,
Hasil Adkins,
Qualms,
The Slackers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.