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 Armenia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 The Last Poets 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Fat Boys,
Loose Ends,
Buzzcocks,
Brass Construction,
Khruangbin,
Lakeside,
The Young Rascals,
Reagan Youth,
Japan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Heaven 17,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Absolute Body Control,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
FM Einheit,
Sonic Youth,
Oneida,
Colin Newman,
Al Stewart,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Toni Rubio,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Q65,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter & Gordon,
The American Breed,
Thompson Twins,
Sparks,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Swell Maps,
New Age Steppers,
Grey Daturas,
David Axelrod,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tommy Roe,
Inner City,
48th St. Collective,
The Litter,
Prince Buster,
The J.B.'s,
Delta 5,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Intrusion,
Goldenarms,
Camouflage,
Negative Approach,
Flipper,
K-Klass,
Boogie Down Productions,
Con Funk Shun,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Echospace,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Wake,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.