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 Mexico and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Lou Reed 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 Intrusion to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Eurythmics,
Tubeway Army,
Morten Harket,
Mr. Review,
The Young Rascals,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Normal,
New York Dolls,
Ronnie Foster,
Guru Guru,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Offenders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sonny Sharrock,
CMW,
The Doobie Brothers,
Basic Channel,
China Crisis,
Theoretical Girls,
MDC,
Supertramp,
Todd Rundgren,
Pantaleimon,
Letta Mbulu,
Grey Daturas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Wyatt,
Funkadelic,
Cameo,
One Last Wish,
Bootsy Collins,
Joy Division,
The Buckinghams,
Mantronix,
Harry Pussy,
Ornette Coleman,
Rod Modell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joe Finger,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mars,
Jeff Lynne,
Prince Buster,
Slave,
Stetsasonic,
Duran Duran,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mad Mike,
Iggy Pop,
Sandy B,
Oneida,
Ituana,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kayak,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.