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 Belize and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 the Normal to the disco 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Ultra Naté,
Electric Prunes,
The Associates,
New York Dolls,
These Immortal Souls,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Buckinghams,
The Dead C,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Judy Mowatt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Siglo XX,
Quantec,
Juan Atkins,
The Human League,
The Stooges,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gun Club,
Amazonics,
Blancmange,
Chris Corsano,
New Order,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Godley & Creme,
Glenn Branca,
the Swans,
MC5,
The Cure,
Quando Quango,
Bob Dylan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Can,
Bluetip,
Girls At Our Best!,
Royal Trux,
Interpol,
Max Romeo,
Jacob Miller,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Goldenarms,
June of 44,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scion,
The Cowsills,
Cymande,
X-102,
Rosa Yemen,
48th St. Collective,
Symarip,
Derrick May,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Public Enemy,
Main Source,
Television,
Robert Görl,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.