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 Nauru and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ludus to the techno 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Chrome,
Depeche Mode,
The Slits,
Unrelated Segments,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camberwell Now,
Outsiders,
Mr. Review,
Roger Hodgson,
Dennis Brown,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Spoonie Gee,
Harmonia,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Young Rascals,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Zero Boys,
a-ha,
The Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
In Retrospect,
The Trojans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Easy Going,
Yazoo,
The Invisible,
Moby Grape,
Fluxion,
Gang Starr,
The Litter,
Mars,
Lou Christie,
Alphaville,
Das Ding,
Neu!,
The American Breed,
The Evens,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aaron Thompson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pantaleimon,
Nils Olav,
F. McDonald,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The United States of America,
Q and Not U,
Young Marble Giants,
Agitation Free,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
kango's stein massive,
Wasted Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
Can,
Brass Construction,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.