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 Botswana and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Mandrill to the rock 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Groovy Waters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television Personalities,
The Count Five,
Marine Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
the Association,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Connie Case,
Oblivians,
Toni Rubio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crash Course in Science,
Qualms,
Intrusion,
Dual Sessions,
ABC,
Gang Green,
The Fuzztones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Desert Stars,
The Gories,
Nils Olav,
Magazine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Trumans Water,
Quando Quango,
Royal Trux,
Drexciya,
Joyce Sims,
Steve Hackett,
Ronan,
JFA,
Sight & Sound,
Joy Division,
D'Angelo,
Lucky Dragons,
The Wake,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Erykah Badu,
Josef K,
Wings,
The Dave Clark Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Glenn Branca,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Trojans,
Rotary Connection,
Donny Hathaway,
The Pretty Things,
Ten City,
B.T. Express,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Y Pants,
Scrapy,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.