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 Turkey and from Halifax.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the dance 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
June Days,
Infiniti,
Aural Exciters,
Cameo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Television,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arab on Radar,
Cal Tjader,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pantytec,
Aswad,
Hardrive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Symarip,
Kayak,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marvin Gaye,
F. McDonald,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lee Hazlewood,
Los Fastidios,
The United States of America,
The Dirtbombs,
The J.B.'s,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tim Buckley,
Rosa Yemen,
Patti Smith,
Joey Negro,
David McCallum,
Japan,
Skriet,
The Selecter,
Judy Mowatt,
Hashim,
Scientists,
The New Christs,
John Coltrane,
Von Mondo,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Near,
ABC,
the Fania All-Stars,
Electric Prunes,
Prince Buster,
48th St. Collective,
The Leaves,
Lyres,
Masters at Work,
The Evens,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bob Dylan,
Radiohead,
The Fuzztones,
Pantaleimon,
The Moody Blues,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.