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 Brunei 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet 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 Stooges to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Lungfish,
Barbara Tucker,
Pierre Henry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Yellowson,
Interpol,
Slick Rick,
Vladislav Delay,
AZ,
Grey Daturas,
The Selecter,
Roy Ayers,
Sight & Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Harry Pussy,
The Mojo Men,
Aural Exciters,
The American Breed,
Skarface,
Alton Ellis,
cv313,
World's Most,
Massinfluence,
OOIOO,
Spoonie Gee,
Scientists,
Wire,
Echospace,
Nick Fraelich,
Minnie Riperton,
Simply Red,
Bill Wells,
Jacob Miller,
Sällskapet,
Minutemen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fall,
Iggy Pop,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Swans,
Charles Mingus,
Brand Nubian,
Zero Boys,
Boredoms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Warren Ellis,
Morten Harket,
Moby Grape,
Suburban Knight,
Blossom Toes,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Electric Prunes,
Mission of Burma,
Soul Sonic Force,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.