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 Mexico and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Michael McDonald 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 Crispian St. Peters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Eurythmics,
Scientists,
Pylon,
Ice-T,
Todd Rundgren,
World's Most,
Colin Newman,
Tubeway Army,
Ohio Players,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
LL Cool J,
Ituana,
Television Personalities,
The Searchers,
Cybotron,
Franke,
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül,
Severed Heads,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aural Exciters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yellowson,
Alphaville,
Inner City,
Monolake,
Arab on Radar,
Hardrive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Swell Maps,
The Fugs,
Masters at Work,
Thompson Twins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
kango's stein massive,
the Swans,
Kurtis Blow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-102,
Mo-Dettes,
Rosa Yemen,
Malaria!,
Slave,
Cheater Slicks,
Bill Wells,
Tears for Fears,
Joe Smooth,
The Evens,
Swans,
Neu!,
Young Marble Giants,
Ten City,
Toni Rubio,
Funkadelic,
Black Moon,
The Gories,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.