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 Marshall Islands and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Mark Hollis,
Livin' Joy,
Deadbeat,
Clear Light,
James White and The Blacks,
Godley & Creme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chris Corsano,
Soul II Soul,
Bizarre Inc.,
H. Thieme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
T. Rex,
Lucky Dragons,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Connie Case,
Grey Daturas,
Buzzcocks,
Suburban Knight,
Cameo,
Rotary Connection,
Andrew Hill,
Mad Mike,
Fat Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Todd Rundgren,
Oneida,
Funkadelic,
Delta 5,
Fela Kuti,
John Lydon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dead C,
Lalann,
Surgeon,
The Gories,
The Smoke,
Maleditus Sound,
The Human League,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faraquet,
Loose Ends,
The Raincoats,
Idris Muhammad,
The Electric Prunes,
The Index,
Black Pus,
The Stooges,
Quando Quango,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Todd Terry,
The Beau Brummels,
DJ Style,
Duran Duran,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cramps,
10cc,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.