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 Saudi Arabia 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Nation of Ulysses to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Yaz,
Barbara Tucker,
Hardrive,
Roxette,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Idris Muhammad,
Fad Gadget,
Bush Tetras,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Green,
Albert Ayler,
L. Decosne,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bill Near,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Qualms,
Slave,
Magazine,
Audionom,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeff Lynne,
Henry Cow,
Au Pairs,
R.M.O.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Quantec,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Lydon,
Neil Young,
Laurel Aitken,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Man Parrish,
The Standells,
Lyres,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amon Düül II,
Deadbeat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Young Marble Giants,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Slits,
Altered Images,
The Blues Magoos,
Goldenarms,
Ken Boothe,
the Swans,
The Fuzztones,
Susan Cadogan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Agent Orange,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aaron Thompson,
Oblivians,
The Zeros,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.