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 Cuba and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the funk 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Aural Exciters,
Peter and Kerry,
Motorama,
Sight & Sound,
Whodini,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tommy Roe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker,
Junior Murvin,
Graham Central Station,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brass Construction,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Detroit Cobras,
DJ Style,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Average White Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kas Product,
Nick Fraelich,
The Buckinghams,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lungfish,
the Normal,
Circle Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Coltrane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Simply Red,
Bob Dylan,
This Heat,
The Fugs,
Dead Boys,
Sällskapet,
Carl Craig,
Bluetip,
Ultra Naté,
Jeff Lynne,
Gichy Dan,
Index,
Eurythmics,
Rotary Connection,
Amon Düül,
Oblivians,
Newcleus,
Harry Pussy,
Jeff Mills,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Doobie Brothers,
Massinfluence,
Quando Quango,
The Vogues,
David Axelrod,
Duran Duran,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.