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 Zambia and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Charles Mingus to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes 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 disco 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Bad Manners,
Index,
LL Cool J,
Andrew Hill,
The Gun Club,
EPMD,
Blossom Toes,
Magma,
The Seeds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joy Division,
Nick Fraelich,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Slits,
H. Thieme,
Pylon,
John Coltrane,
Monolake,
Lungfish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Velvet Underground,
Pet Shop Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Susan Cadogan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cluster,
Arcadia,
The American Breed,
The Selecter,
The Angels of Light,
Cybotron,
Skriet,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harry Pussy,
The Vogues,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eurythmics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lalann,
T.S.O.L.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Howard Jones,
Joe Finger,
Agent Orange,
Aural Exciters,
ABBA,
Newcleus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-101,
June Days,
Stiv Bators,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.