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 Andorra and from Stockholm.
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 Houston and Manila.
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 marimba 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 Subhumans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Minutemen,
Blancmange,
Stetsasonic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moss Icon,
Lou Christie,
Outsiders,
Soulsonic Force,
Electric Prunes,
Iggy Pop,
Ludus,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Pus,
Accadde A,
The Motions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
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Avey Tare,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Lynne,
Jacques Brel,
The Standells,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sparks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Swell Maps,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David Bowie,
Jawbox,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Monks,
Drexciya,
Cluster,
Connie Case,
the Soft Cell,
Pulsallama,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Kinks,
Maleditus Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
The Young Rascals,
Alison Limerick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joey Negro,
Scrapy,
Essential Logic,
Wings,
Michelle Simonal,
Ken Boothe,
Bad Manners,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter & Gordon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gun Club,
Talk Talk,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Hood,
Das Ding,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.