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 Panama and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Japan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Slick Rick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Magma,
Michelle Simonal,
Joe Finger,
The Monochrome Set,
The Raincoats,
Terry Callier,
Suicide,
LL Cool J,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joy Division,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Babytalk,
The Pretty Things,
The Durutti Column,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Howard Jones,
The Knickerbockers,
Desert Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
Das Ding,
The Cramps,
Kayak,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marine Girls,
Dark Day,
Brick,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Youth Brigade,
The Dirtbombs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scott Walker,
David Axelrod,
The Dead C,
Ultimate Spinach,
Guru Guru,
Rhythm & Sound,
Japan,
Fat Boys,
Mandrill,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hasil Adkins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Public Image Ltd.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Anakelly,
Newcleus,
Steve Hackett,
Delon & Dalcan,
Max Romeo,
Roxette,
Minnie Riperton,
Ponytail,
The Modern Lovers,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.