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 Monaco and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Neil Young to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barclay James Harvest,
Connie Case,
Ken Boothe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dual Sessions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Trumans Water,
Arab on Radar,
Donny Hathaway,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Zero Boys,
The Dead C,
Amon Düül,
Neu!,
Y Pants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nik Kershaw,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minutemen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
James White and The Blacks,
The Happenings,
The Buckinghams,
The Gories,
Sun Ra,
Soul II Soul,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Association,
Rakim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jawbox,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultravox,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The American Breed,
Metal Thangz,
The Grass Roots,
DJ Sneak,
Zapp,
Angry Samoans,
Bauhaus,
Supertramp,
The Index,
Moss Icon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alison Limerick,
David McCallum,
Tropical Tobacco,
Albert Ayler,
Anthony Braxton,
Grauzone,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vladislav Delay,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.