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 South Sudan and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 Bobby Sherman to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DJ Sneak,
Clear Light,
the Human League,
Loose Ends,
China Crisis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
Swell Maps,
Arthur Verocai,
June Days,
Jacques Brel,
Niagra,
David Bowie,
Infiniti,
Moby Grape,
the Germs,
Quantec,
U.S. Maple,
The Buckinghams,
Fluxion,
Lalann,
the Swans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Donny Hathaway,
The Human League,
Scratch Acid,
Pussy Galore,
The Misunderstood,
The Beau Brummels,
Barbara Tucker,
8 Eyed Spy,
James White and The Blacks,
the Soft Cell,
Pere Ubu,
Flipper,
Goldenarms,
F. McDonald,
DNA,
The Busters,
The Fall,
Khruangbin,
Absolute Body Control,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gun Club,
AZ,
Aural Exciters,
Lower 48,
Mad Mike,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bronski Beat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barry Ungar,
Cecil Taylor,
John Cale,
Derrick May,
Flash Fearless,
Laurel Aitken,
Bill Near,
Depeche Mode,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.