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 Latvia and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Harry Pussy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
The Pop Group,
Whodini,
Arab on Radar,
Freddie Wadling,
The Pretty Things,
Alphaville,
Drive Like Jehu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Young Rascals,
Tres Demented,
Todd Terry,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun City Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Electric Prunes,
Blake Baxter,
The Associates,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Reagan Youth,
In Retrospect,
Pylon,
Liliput,
World's Most,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mission of Burma,
The Star Department,
Brothers Johnson,
Tomorrow,
Section 25,
Simply Red,
The Seeds,
Bill Wells,
Moby Grape,
Anthony Braxton,
Althea and Donna,
X-101,
Radio Birdman,
Dawn Penn,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soulsonic Force,
Au Pairs,
Quadrant,
Ituana,
Hasil Adkins,
Sparks,
Amazonics,
Maleditus Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Rotary Connection,
JFA,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Human League,
Tears for Fears,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.