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 Guatemala and from Manchester.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Monochrome Set to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Brass Construction,
the Sonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Görl,
Unrelated Segments,
Bauhaus,
James White and The Blacks,
Max Romeo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Warsaw,
Masters at Work,
Jeru the Damaja,
Michelle Simonal,
Livin' Joy,
The Toasters,
Warren Ellis,
Sparks,
Ohio Players,
Television,
Ponytail,
The Gun Club,
Joe Smooth,
Scott Walker,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Erykah Badu,
Boredoms,
The Mummies,
Peter and Kerry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Danielle Patucci,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Saints,
Rites of Spring,
The Leaves,
Tommy Roe,
Peter & Gordon,
Whodini,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Charles Mingus,
Alison Limerick,
Joyce Sims,
Piero Umiliani,
Ituana,
Main Source,
Aloha Tigers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drexciya,
Mark Hollis,
Brothers Johnson,
Stetsasonic,
F. McDonald,
Moss Icon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cecil Taylor,
The Count Five,
Altered Images,
Animal Collective,
X-101,
Wire,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.