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 Yemen and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skriet,
Al Stewart,
Barbara Tucker,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eurythmics,
AZ,
OOIOO,
CMW,
Mantronix,
Ludus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Icehouse,
Neu!,
Nils Olav,
The Skatalites,
Ituana,
Scrapy,
Radiohead,
Make Up,
Amon Düül,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
China Crisis,
Cecil Taylor,
Swans,
The Leaves,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Colin Newman,
Main Source,
The Toasters,
X-102,
Mr. Review,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dead C,
Absolute Body Control,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Saints,
Ultravox,
The United States of America,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Sheep,
Janne Schatter,
Supertramp,
Camouflage,
The American Breed,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Moon,
Sun Ra,
Stetsasonic,
Fat Boys,
Joey Negro,
H. Thieme,
Camberwell Now,
Byron Stingily,
The Doors,
Marine Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Fluxion,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.