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 Portland.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Motions to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Kas Product,
The Vogues,
Aswad,
Essential Logic,
Jerry's Kids,
Severed Heads,
Pussy Galore,
Cheater Slicks,
the Human League,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roger Hodgson,
Bad Manners,
Pylon,
Amazonics,
Easy Going,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eden Ahbez,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fatback Band,
Grey Daturas,
The Monochrome Set,
Masters at Work,
Excepter,
Sister Nancy,
Cecil Taylor,
Spandau Ballet,
Minnie Riperton,
Underground Resistance,
Ten City,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
48th St. Collective,
Deepchord,
Stiv Bators,
The Trojans,
Warsaw,
FM Einheit,
Sun City Girls,
The J.B.'s,
L. Decosne,
Angry Samoans,
Don Cherry,
AZ,
The Smiths,
Ken Boothe,
Ronan,
Terry Callier,
Cal Tjader,
The Beau Brummels,
Procol Harum,
Faust,
The United States of America,
Mandrill,
UT,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hashim,
Danielle Patucci,
Lyres,
Oneida,
Funkadelic,
Babytalk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joyce Sims,
Erykah Badu,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.