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 Philippines and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Michael McDonald 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 Busters to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Fad Gadget,
Alton Ellis,
Scion,
The Birthday Party,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quadrant,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flipper,
F. McDonald,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang of Four,
Surgeon,
The Smoke,
Kayak,
Metal Thangz,
Little Man,
Soulsonic Force,
Echospace,
Robert Wyatt,
Pussy Galore,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Görl,
Maurizio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Absolute Body Control,
The Monochrome Set,
Ornette Coleman,
Qualms,
Skriet,
Basic Channel,
Y Pants,
Yaz,
Fela Kuti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Depeche Mode,
Infiniti,
Alphaville,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Cale,
Steve Hackett,
Can,
Jacques Brel,
Marine Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sixth Finger,
EPMD,
Nico,
Charles Mingus,
The Monks,
Junior Murvin,
Todd Rundgren,
Neil Young,
The Blues Magoos,
Lyres,
The Mummies,
Wasted Youth,
Mandrill,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.