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 Maldives and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the dance 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
New Order,
Average White Band,
PIL,
Whodini,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Womack,
The Divine Comedy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric Copeland,
Gastr Del Sol,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mr. Review,
Ohio Players,
Jandek,
Television Personalities,
The Standells,
Joe Finger,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Y Pants,
Dawn Penn,
The Dead C,
Man Parrish,
X-101,
Drive Like Jehu,
Al Stewart,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ludus,
La Düsseldorf,
UT,
Electric Prunes,
Q65,
Rekid,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Beau Brummels,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harmonia,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Susan Cadogan,
Charles Mingus,
Quantec,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tim Buckley,
Ossler,
cv313,
Cluster,
Agent Orange,
The Offenders,
Half Japanese,
the Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed,
Talk Talk,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.