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 Turkmenistan and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Misunderstood to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Little Man,
Gang Gang Dance,
Icehouse,
Mad Mike,
Black Flag,
The Fall,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gories,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Youth Brigade,
Tommy Roe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chris Corsano,
Model 500,
Man Parrish,
Interpol,
World's Most,
Chrome,
Prince Buster,
the Human League,
John Cale,
John Holt,
The Music Machine,
Max Romeo,
Easy Going,
Warren Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Surgeon,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Womack,
Vladislav Delay,
Funkadelic,
Eddi Front,
X-Ray Spex,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blake Baxter,
Iggy Pop,
Hoover,
Frankie Knuckles,
Carl Craig,
Bill Near,
Essential Logic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fat Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yusef Lateef,
Reuben Wilson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Massinfluence,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Smog,
D'Angelo,
Masters at Work,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Foxx,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.