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 Croatia and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Vainqueur to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Al Stewart,
Barclay James Harvest,
Subhumans,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Birthday Party,
The Busters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Franke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
China Crisis,
Morten Harket,
Smog,
the Swans,
Y Pants,
The Martian,
The Red Krayola,
Laurel Aitken,
The Standells,
Fear,
The Techniques,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Smiths,
Althea and Donna,
The American Breed,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Beau Brummels,
The Black Dice,
Neil Young,
Slave,
Sun City Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
James White and The Blacks,
Bizarre Inc.,
DNA,
Hoover,
Sparks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Essential Logic,
U.S. Maple,
Bob Dylan,
Jawbox,
Funky Four + One,
Goldenarms,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sarah Menescal,
Easy Going,
New York Dolls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Sonics,
Eric Copeland,
X-102,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Von Mondo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Youth Brigade,
Andrew Hill,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.