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 Russia and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Vogues to the rap 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Deadbeat,
Circle Jerks,
Babytalk,
Drexciya,
The Associates,
Gong,
In Retrospect,
X-102,
The Smoke,
Sällskapet,
Absolute Body Control,
Pere Ubu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Man Parrish,
Minnie Riperton,
F. McDonald,
Essential Logic,
The Doors,
Suburban Knight,
The Neon Judgement,
Clear Light,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scratch Acid,
The Residents,
Adolescents,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Monks,
Idris Muhammad,
Wolf Eyes,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fugs,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Starr,
Accadde A,
The Buckinghams,
Warsaw,
Gichy Dan,
Matthew Bourne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ronnie Foster,
Trumans Water,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Sherman,
Terry Callier,
Derrick May,
John Coltrane,
The Fuzztones,
Motorama,
The Cramps,
Quando Quango,
The Divine Comedy,
Desert Stars,
Unwound,
Procol Harum,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.