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 Iraq and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the disco 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Dual Sessions,
Ludus,
Surgeon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Residents,
Terrestrial Tones,
Half Japanese,
June of 44,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Barracudas,
Andrew Hill,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Real Kids,
The Wake,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Trojans,
Jacob Miller,
Magma,
Barrington Levy,
Fad Gadget,
DJ Style,
Robert Hood,
Arab on Radar,
The Moleskins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mars,
X-102,
The Sound,
Yazoo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Normal,
The Red Krayola,
Easy Going,
Joy Division,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quadrant,
Grey Daturas,
The Gap Band,
Monks,
Hardrive,
Silicon Teens,
Pantytec,
Erasure,
Drive Like Jehu,
Goldenarms,
Skarface,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric Copeland,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Velvet Underground,
Sam Rivers,
AZ,
Dead Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Audionom,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dennis Brown,
Steve Hackett,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scientists,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.