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 Kenya and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 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 Lebanon Hanover to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Little Man 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
a-ha,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ludus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Icehouse,
Metal Thangz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Circle Jerks,
Crash Course in Science,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sandy B,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neu!,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gladiators,
Youth Brigade,
Hasil Adkins,
Quadrant,
Drive Like Jehu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crime,
Accadde A,
Whodini,
Stetsasonic,
Lucky Dragons,
Vladislav Delay,
Bush Tetras,
Barbara Tucker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Trojans,
The Gories,
Brass Construction,
Von Mondo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chris & Cosey,
The Move,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rosa Yemen,
Hoover,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare,
The Invisible,
The Golliwogs,
Ohio Players,
Oblivians,
Sugar Minott,
The Residents,
Pantytec,
Dual Sessions,
Underground Resistance,
Joey Negro,
Maleditus Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.