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 Liberia and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
The Saints,
Supertramp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sonic Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Coltrane,
Derrick Morgan,
Quadrant,
Danielle Patucci,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thee Headcoats,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
T.S.O.L.,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Maleditus Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Andrew Hill,
PIL,
Amon Düül II,
Brothers Johnson,
The Knickerbockers,
The Motions,
China Crisis,
Desert Stars,
David Bowie,
Swans,
10cc,
R.M.O.,
Jacques Brel,
David Axelrod,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lower 48,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Durutti Column,
Spoonie Gee,
The Doors,
Gong,
Whodini,
Make Up,
Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Icehouse,
Johnny Clarke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Byrd,
Soul II Soul,
Man Parrish,
Wolf Eyes,
the Human League,
Ten City,
Arab on Radar,
Goldenarms,
Silicon Teens,
Sister Nancy,
Jawbox,
The Electric Prunes,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.