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 Algeria and from Copenhagen.
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 Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Charles Mingus to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fuzztones,
Matthew Bourne,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Byrd,
Hot Snakes,
Audionom,
KRS-One,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Golliwogs,
Man Eating Sloth,
UT,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Echospace,
Anakelly,
Brick,
Pulsallama,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Royal Trux,
Funky Four + One,
Soft Cell,
Peter and Kerry,
B.T. Express,
New Order,
the Association,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Searchers,
Eddi Front,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Man Parrish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Steve Hackett,
Smog,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minutemen,
K-Klass,
Rod Modell,
Scientists,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alphaville,
Flash Fearless,
Barrington Levy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dead Boys,
David Axelrod,
The Offenders,
Aloha Tigers,
The Count Five,
the Swans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boredoms,
The Gap Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Thompson Twins,
Kayak,
Cymande,
Iggy Pop,
June Days,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.