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 Armenia and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Jandek to the grunge 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Todd Terry,
The Modern Lovers,
Underground Resistance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
Groovy Waters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Todd Rundgren,
Grauzone,
the Swans,
Vladislav Delay,
Pagans,
UT,
Godley & Creme,
The Barracudas,
Marine Girls,
Smog,
Rufus Thomas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Masters at Work,
Colin Newman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fat Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Porter Ricks,
Ludus,
David Axelrod,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Index,
Spoonie Gee,
Toni Rubio,
Buzzcocks,
The Neon Judgement,
Sparks,
The Last Poets,
Niagra,
Morten Harket,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deadbeat,
Skriet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Slick Rick,
Lightning Bolt,
DJ Style,
Gong,
Suburban Knight,
Goldenarms,
Judy Mowatt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Outsiders,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ken Boothe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Archie Shepp,
The Victims,
Sällskapet,
Ultra Naté,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.