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 Chad and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mr. Review to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Hasil Adkins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Derrick Morgan,
Mo-Dettes,
Charles Mingus,
Malaria!,
L. Decosne,
EPMD,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Reuben Wilson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Motorama,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Starr,
Angry Samoans,
The Modern Lovers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mission of Burma,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wally Richardson,
The Associates,
The American Breed,
Deadbeat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scientists,
Alice Coltrane,
Donald Byrd,
The Human League,
Buzzcocks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Angels of Light,
a-ha,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minutemen,
The Young Rascals,
Newcleus,
Cal Tjader,
Khruangbin,
Ronan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marmalade,
Leonard Cohen,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Blues Magoos,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pagans,
Grauzone,
Schoolly D,
Gang of Four,
Second Layer,
Magma,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oneida,
Rod Modell,
Q and Not U,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.