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 Mauritius and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 Count Five to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fela Kuti,
The Martian,
New Order,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare,
The Cowsills,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bill Wells,
The Count Five,
Bill Near,
Spandau Ballet,
Yellowson,
Eddi Front,
The Gladiators,
Delon & Dalcan,
Althea and Donna,
Crash Course in Science,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stetsasonic,
Anakelly,
Mars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kurtis Blow,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Five Americans,
Kenny Larkin,
Darondo,
The New Christs,
Bobby Womack,
Mark Hollis,
The Slits,
Howard Jones,
Glenn Branca,
Faraquet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Zapp,
Agitation Free,
The Mojo Men,
John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Knickerbockers,
Von Mondo,
Hot Snakes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alton Ellis,
Brand Nubian,
Intrusion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fire Engines,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arab on Radar,
The Monochrome Set,
The Grass Roots,
Ultimate Spinach,
Funkadelic,
Radiohead,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blancmange,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.