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 Turkmenistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
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 arpeggiator 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 Eric Copeland to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Shuggie Otis,
Brothers Johnson,
Arthur Verocai,
Cybotron,
Barbara Tucker,
Erasure,
Easy Going,
K-Klass,
The Last Poets,
The Human League,
Whodini,
Joy Division,
MC5,
Fear,
Section 25,
Youth Brigade,
Vladislav Delay,
Deakin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thompson Twins,
Mark Hollis,
The Techniques,
Q and Not U,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Pop Group,
The Buckinghams,
The Names,
Drexciya,
Lalann,
Livin' Joy,
Arab on Radar,
The Associates,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric Copeland,
Marvin Gaye,
Scientists,
Cecil Taylor,
Boredoms,
Talk Talk,
Ice-T,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang of Four,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jawbox,
The Mummies,
Pantaleimon,
The Moody Blues,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skarface,
The American Breed,
The Monochrome Set,
Audionom,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Theoretical Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Accadde A,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.