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 Zambia 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Dawn Penn to the jazz 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
The Gap Band,
Fela Kuti,
The Birthday Party,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fat Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Glambeats Corp.,
Iggy Pop,
Brass Construction,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roxy Music,
Sparks,
Pere Ubu,
K-Klass,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gong,
Eric Dolphy,
Max Romeo,
Popol Vuh,
Rhythm & Sound,
New York Dolls,
Ultra Naté,
Soft Machine,
the Swans,
Brothers Johnson,
The Pop Group,
Infiniti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
L. Decosne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Technova,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amon Düül II,
U.S. Maple,
F. McDonald,
JFA,
Absolute Body Control,
Tomorrow,
The Durutti Column,
ABC,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pierre Henry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marmalade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Connie Case,
Black Bananas,
The Moody Blues,
Soft Cell,
The Toasters,
Fear,
The Moleskins,
Unwound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jawbox,
Eden Ahbez,
Henry Cow,
Con Funk Shun,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.