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 Tajikistan and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Tropical Tobacco to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Spandau Ballet,
Aswad,
Al Stewart,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Letta Mbulu,
Basic Channel,
Tim Buckley,
The Smoke,
Roy Ayers,
Sex Pistols,
Banda Bassotti,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Skatalites,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cybotron,
Bootsy Collins,
Severed Heads,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Anthony Braxton,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Archie Shepp,
Wally Richardson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed,
Nirvana,
Inner City,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marvin Gaye,
Tubeway Army,
Simply Red,
Bronski Beat,
Wings,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeff Lynne,
the Normal,
Derrick Morgan,
Saccharine Trust,
Goldenarms,
Main Source,
Yaz,
Chrome,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Negative Approach,
Khruangbin,
Todd Rundgren,
Smog,
Icehouse,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mojo Men,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grauzone,
Laurel Aitken,
Charles Mingus,
U.S. Maple,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Martian,
Mark Hollis,
Rekid,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.