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 Thailand and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
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 marimba 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 Minnie Riperton to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
The Fuzztones,
Kas Product,
Surgeon,
Stockholm Monsters,
This Heat,
The Martian,
Throbbing Gristle,
Isaac Hayes,
Moebius,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers,
The Sound,
Heaven 17,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Index,
Amon Düül II,
Buzzcocks,
Marc Almond,
The Black Dice,
Eurythmics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pulsallama,
Trumans Water,
Cheater Slicks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thompson Twins,
Talk Talk,
Basic Channel,
Amon Düül,
Rhythm & Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Can,
Marcia Griffiths,
DJ Sneak,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minor Threat,
The Searchers,
John Coltrane,
JFA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Erykah Badu,
Pussy Galore,
John Holt,
Dave Gahan,
UT,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Angels of Light,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter & Gordon,
The Invisible,
Echospace,
Neil Young,
John Lydon,
Bluetip,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moss Icon,
ABBA,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.