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 Sudan and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the clarinet 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 James White and The Blacks to the disco 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Arab on Radar,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Invisible,
Kas Product,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Saints,
The Neon Judgement,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Colin Newman,
Country Teasers,
Procol Harum,
Alice Coltrane,
Erykah Badu,
Silicon Teens,
Cal Tjader,
June of 44,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang of Four,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Bananas,
The Fugs,
Minor Threat,
Zero Boys,
Mars,
Roxette,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
Amazonics,
Theoretical Girls,
Goldenarms,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABBA,
Joensuu 1685,
Animal Collective,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vladislav Delay,
A Certain Ratio,
Sixth Finger,
Quadrant,
Chrome,
Ituana,
The Seeds,
Max Romeo,
Wings,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nico,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
L. Decosne,
Flipper,
Deadbeat,
Pagans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Whodini,
Lightning Bolt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minutemen,
Maurizio,
Marine Girls,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.