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 Australia and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Man Parrish to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tropical Tobacco,
The New Christs,
Lindisfarne,
Television,
Bush Tetras,
Fluxion,
Procol Harum,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harpers Bizarre,
Todd Rundgren,
Nirvana,
Roy Ayers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Piero Umiliani,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare,
Minor Threat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Animal Collective,
Swans,
Camouflage,
Nils Olav,
ABBA,
Niagra,
Livin' Joy,
World's Most,
The Names,
Black Sheep,
The Pop Group,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rekid,
Roxette,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
Groovy Waters,
Neil Young,
the Bar-Kays,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hoover,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soft Cell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter and Kerry,
Scion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Metal Thangz,
The Leaves,
Bill Near,
Grandmaster Flash,
R.M.O.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dead Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sugar Minott,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.