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 Argentina and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Erykah Badu to the techno 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bob Dylan,
Alison Limerick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Barracudas,
June of 44,
Patti Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
F. McDonald,
Eric Copeland,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bill Near,
Pharoah Sanders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
Unrelated Segments,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rotary Connection,
Hot Snakes,
Ohio Players,
Bluetip,
Harry Pussy,
Porter Ricks,
Moby Grape,
Deakin,
Simply Red,
Cheater Slicks,
Delta 5,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Coltrane,
Thompson Twins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Residents,
New Order,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Blackbyrds,
Marvin Gaye,
Ponytail,
Drive Like Jehu,
cv313,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lucky Dragons,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mummies,
AZ,
The Electric Prunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ten City,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Lynne,
Lower 48,
Mo-Dettes,
The Count Five,
The Skatalites,
Wolf Eyes,
These Immortal Souls,
Skaos,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.