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 Mauritius and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Crispy Ambulance to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hardrive,
Crash Course in Science,
Crooked Eye,
Rotary Connection,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quando Quango,
Nik Kershaw,
A Certain Ratio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reagan Youth,
ABBA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dead C,
Black Moon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Subhumans,
Byron Stingily,
Sex Pistols,
Bauhaus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Sheep,
Lalo Schifrin,
Procol Harum,
The Five Americans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wire,
D'Angelo,
Television,
Chrome,
Skarface,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Motions,
Unwound,
Schoolly D,
Suburban Knight,
R.M.O.,
Eve St. Jones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Todd Terry,
Yellowson,
The Fuzztones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mr. Review,
The Pretty Things,
Skaos,
The Evens,
The Fire Engines,
Camouflage,
Scott Walker,
Kas Product,
Aloha Tigers,
Toni Rubio,
World's Most,
Average White Band,
Funkadelic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.