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 Guinea-Bissau and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Michael McDonald 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 Symarip to the disco 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Jacques Brel,
The Litter,
Scrapy,
Janne Schatter,
Donald Byrd,
Agent Orange,
The Monochrome Set,
Motorama,
Loose Ends,
Roger Hodgson,
Surgeon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Darondo,
Flipper,
Rosa Yemen,
Das Ding,
Panda Bear,
Moss Icon,
Television Personalities,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Heaven 17,
The Invisible,
Liliput,
Judy Mowatt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vainqueur,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boredoms,
T.S.O.L.,
OOIOO,
Thompson Twins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sex Pistols,
Dark Day,
Bill Near,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radio Birdman,
Patti Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultravox,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deakin,
the Bar-Kays,
the Soft Cell,
Ossler,
Suburban Knight,
Dennis Brown,
Rakim,
The Kinks,
Los Fastidios,
Q and Not U,
Brick,
Pussy Galore,
Gregory Isaacs,
Todd Terry,
Graham Central Station,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.