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 Nicaragua and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Hasil Adkins to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
The Standells,
The Birthday Party,
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül II,
Masters at Work,
Sandy B,
The Cowsills,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mars,
The Fire Engines,
The Electric Prunes,
Harry Pussy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
JFA,
Grauzone,
Scion,
Eli Mardock,
Colin Newman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Supertramp,
Tom Boy,
The Real Kids,
Dead Boys,
Japan,
Arab on Radar,
Rites of Spring,
The Dead C,
The Fuzztones,
Con Funk Shun,
The Wake,
Blossom Toes,
Fat Boys,
This Heat,
Donny Hathaway,
The Busters,
Lakeside,
Electric Prunes,
Skaos,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sam Rivers,
John Holt,
Pussy Galore,
Technova,
The Victims,
Silicon Teens,
Harpers Bizarre,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skarface,
Yazoo,
Joensuu 1685,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter and Kerry,
The Offenders,
Audionom,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pulsallama,
Warsaw,
cv313,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.