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 Mozambique and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the dance 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Swell Maps,
Jerry's Kids,
Howard Jones,
Eve St. Jones,
Desert Stars,
Accadde A,
Newcleus,
Easy Going,
World's Most,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terry Callier,
Godley & Creme,
This Heat,
John Cale,
Cal Tjader,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sight & Sound,
CMW,
48th St. Collective,
Bush Tetras,
Wolf Eyes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tim Buckley,
Neu!,
Brothers Johnson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare,
X-101,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Parry Music,
Aswad,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camouflage,
The Modern Lovers,
Buzzcocks,
The Cramps,
Eurythmics,
Clear Light,
Man Parrish,
Scientists,
Bang On A Can,
The Doors,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blossom Toes,
Mandrill,
Khruangbin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Japan,
The Motions,
Can,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Martian,
Boz Scaggs,
Guru Guru,
Gang Starr,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Remains,
Nas,
Stockholm Monsters,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.