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 Ivory Coast and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Visage to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amazonics,
Flash Fearless,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brick,
ABBA,
Godley & Creme,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Christie,
Rites of Spring,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sugar Minott,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Raincoats,
Procol Harum,
the Sonics,
John Foxx,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arab on Radar,
Joyce Sims,
Eli Mardock,
The Invisible,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Martian,
Brand Nubian,
Yazoo,
ABC,
Panda Bear,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bang On A Can,
Franke,
Glenn Branca,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-Ray Spex,
Faraquet,
The Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Standells,
Heaven 17,
Scratch Acid,
kango's stein massive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mr. Review,
Peter and Kerry,
Alphaville,
The Fortunes,
Youth Brigade,
Ultimate Spinach,
The J.B.'s,
Gichy Dan,
Ultra Naté,
The Red Krayola,
The Gap Band,
Ice-T,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.