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 Grenada and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Radiohead to the jazz 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
James White and The Blacks,
the Slits,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Evens,
Section 25,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
H. Thieme,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Desert Stars,
KRS-One,
Visage,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marvin Gaye,
Saccharine Trust,
Hasil Adkins,
Organ,
Barrington Levy,
Half Japanese,
Schoolly D,
The Music Machine,
Pantytec,
The Trojans,
Eli Mardock,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Womack,
Main Source,
Brothers Johnson,
Sister Nancy,
Junior Murvin,
Tubeway Army,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scratch Acid,
Zero Boys,
X-101,
Eric B and Rakim,
Masters at Work,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David Bowie,
Camouflage,
The Modern Lovers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boz Scaggs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Young Marble Giants,
World's Most,
Los Fastidios,
In Retrospect,
The Saints,
Cybotron,
Shuggie Otis,
The Zeros,
Heaven 17,
Ossler,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.