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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
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 marimba 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 cv313 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eurythmics,
Charles Mingus,
Moby Grape,
Black Moon,
Desert Stars,
John Coltrane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gladiators,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tomorrow,
Andrew Hill,
Pharoah Sanders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Slits,
The Monks,
The Dead C,
Dave Gahan,
Quantec,
Main Source,
Kurtis Blow,
Das Ding,
Flipper,
Donny Hathaway,
Fugazi,
Radio Birdman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sandy B,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
China Crisis,
Ten City,
Porter Ricks,
Maurizio,
The Moleskins,
Rod Modell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alice Coltrane,
Motorama,
Maleditus Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fall,
New York Dolls,
Bad Manners,
The Trojans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oneida,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Gong,
Jeff Mills,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Wyatt,
Royal Trux,
Lebanon Hanover,
Erasure,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Birthday Party,
Deakin,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.