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 Seychelles and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Public Enemy to the grunge 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Nico,
The Evens,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scratch Acid,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Essential Logic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grey Daturas,
Shoche,
Morten Harket,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
One Last Wish,
The Cowsills,
Maleditus Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Al Stewart,
Young Marble Giants,
Brass Construction,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Starr,
Unrelated Segments,
the Swans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oblivians,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Moody Blues,
The Cramps,
Kool Moe Dee,
Funkadelic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David McCallum,
Joy Division,
Ronan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Remains,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nas,
World's Most,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gichy Dan,
Soft Machine,
Guru Guru,
Boredoms,
MDC,
Funky Four + One,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radio Birdman,
Amazonics,
Dave Gahan,
Agitation Free,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Reagan Youth,
Can,
ABBA,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.