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 Russia and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Symarip to the dance 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Albert Ayler,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barrington Levy,
Yusef Lateef,
Con Funk Shun,
A Certain Ratio,
Gichy Dan,
Camberwell Now,
The Sound,
Malaria!,
Black Bananas,
Guru Guru,
Todd Terry,
Jacques Brel,
The Golliwogs,
The Velvet Underground,
Pulsallama,
Quantec,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Association,
U.S. Maple,
Faraquet,
Eden Ahbez,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joey Negro,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Half Japanese,
Dorothy Ashby,
Television Personalities,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mojo Men,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Second Layer,
The Blackbyrds,
Livin' Joy,
Carl Craig,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Absolute Body Control,
Accadde A,
Erykah Badu,
The Music Machine,
Hot Snakes,
Alison Limerick,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Görl,
Joe Smooth,
Kayak,
Cymande,
John Foxx,
KRS-One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soft Machine,
The Star Department,
Visage,
Sandy B,
Joensuu 1685,
The Five Americans,
Blancmange,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.