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 Samoa and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the crunk 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Arcadia,
The Last Poets,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vainqueur,
Brothers Johnson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Wyatt,
Oblivians,
Kayak,
Public Enemy,
Con Funk Shun,
June of 44,
Deadbeat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bronski Beat,
Jawbox,
Warren Ellis,
The Skatalites,
Soft Cell,
ABC,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mummies,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Swans,
World's Most,
Dawn Penn,
Danielle Patucci,
Stetsasonic,
Alice Coltrane,
Pere Ubu,
Godley & Creme,
Marine Girls,
Archie Shepp,
The Busters,
Marc Almond,
Marshall Jefferson,
Intrusion,
Quadrant,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Tremeloes,
Niagra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Agitation Free,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Associates,
EPMD,
Tim Buckley,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Reuben Wilson,
The Golliwogs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
CMW,
MDC,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chrome,
The Names,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.