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 Brazil and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Junior Murvin,
Intrusion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yellowson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scan 7,
The Saints,
Andrew Hill,
Sällskapet,
The Smoke,
In Retrospect,
Tom Boy,
Blake Baxter,
Hasil Adkins,
Liliput,
Boz Scaggs,
Quadrant,
the Human League,
The Evens,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Christie,
Silicon Teens,
Unrelated Segments,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fire Engines,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The J.B.'s,
Faraquet,
Maurizio,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Associates,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hardrive,
Thee Headcoats,
Tomorrow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Siglo XX,
Pussy Galore,
Underground Resistance,
Soulsonic Force,
Aural Exciters,
Lyres,
The Stooges,
Reagan Youth,
48th St. Collective,
Trumans Water,
Harry Pussy,
Dead Boys,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mark Hollis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rotary Connection,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Japan,
Saccharine Trust,
Kerri Chandler,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.