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 St Lucia and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Yazoo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gichy Dan,
Half Japanese,
Brothers Johnson,
Moebius,
Moby Grape,
Qualms,
Talk Talk,
E-Dancer,
Country Teasers,
Blancmange,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
T.S.O.L.,
Radio Birdman,
Saccharine Trust,
Kenny Larkin,
Ornette Coleman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric Dolphy,
Wire,
The Vogues,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deepchord,
Unwound,
Letta Mbulu,
Electric Prunes,
In Retrospect,
June of 44,
Byron Stingily,
Man Parrish,
Ohio Players,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Funkadelic,
The Moody Blues,
Kurtis Blow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Knickerbockers,
Amazonics,
The Black Dice,
Von Mondo,
Young Marble Giants,
Sister Nancy,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sound,
Faraquet,
Popol Vuh,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Association,
Stiv Bators,
Skriet,
Lou Reed,
Little Man,
Bad Manners,
Newcleus,
Silicon Teens,
JFA,
U.S. Maple,
Junior Murvin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Freddie Wadling,
Sparks,
China Crisis,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.