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 Argentina and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Urselle to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun Ra,
The Stooges,
Pierre Henry,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Christie,
Joe Finger,
X-Ray Spex,
David Bowie,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Freddie Wadling,
Symarip,
Joy Division,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bad Manners,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marshall Jefferson,
Buzzcocks,
Livin' Joy,
Gong,
The New Christs,
Moby Grape,
The Offenders,
Black Pus,
The Beau Brummels,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cowsills,
Deadbeat,
Public Enemy,
Stiv Bators,
The Flesh Eaters,
Adolescents,
Black Bananas,
Scratch Acid,
Easy Going,
Isaac Hayes,
Connie Case,
Pantytec,
Loose Ends,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gichy Dan,
The Music Machine,
Kayak,
Harmonia,
The Vogues,
The Zeros,
Steve Hackett,
The Gladiators,
Lyres,
Fluxion,
ABC,
Scan 7,
The Trojans,
Agent Orange,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Busters,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.