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 Suriname and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Barrington Levy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin 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 chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jacob Miller,
MDC,
Gang of Four,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marmalade,
Sugar Minott,
Laurel Aitken,
Gabor Szabo,
Shuggie Otis,
Underground Resistance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chris Corsano,
Moby Grape,
Arcadia,
Talk Talk,
The Vogues,
Q65,
the Slits,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
T.S.O.L.,
Hardrive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The New Christs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blossom Toes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Y Pants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mantronix,
Mars,
Robert Hood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yazoo,
Dead Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Schoolly D,
Sixth Finger,
Aural Exciters,
Oblivians,
Parry Music,
Ice-T,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Flag,
Pulsallama,
Kas Product,
The Searchers,
Liliput,
Donny Hathaway,
FM Einheit,
The Selecter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oneida,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cure,
Lou Reed,
Al Stewart,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.