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 Fiji and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Holger Czukay 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 Monks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Dead C,
Eric Dolphy,
CMW,
Vladislav Delay,
Aaron Thompson,
Main Source,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Todd Rundgren,
Ponytail,
Prince Buster,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Index,
Symarip,
David McCallum,
Jacob Miller,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scan 7,
The Seeds,
Kerri Chandler,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rakim,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Copeland,
The Misunderstood,
Yazoo,
Henry Cow,
Massinfluence,
Mark Hollis,
Bad Manners,
Sparks,
Roxette,
Jawbox,
Davy DMX,
Television Personalities,
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Hill,
The Martian,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Basic Channel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brand Nubian,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Moon,
Malaria!,
Second Layer,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Monochrome Set,
The Move,
Bob Dylan,
Minor Threat,
Deakin,
Siglo XX,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kayak,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.