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 New Zealand and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Real Kids to the funk 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brick,
Electric Prunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Subhumans,
The Happenings,
Swans,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Blues Magoos,
The Associates,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
K-Klass,
Ultravox,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-101,
The Motions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roy Ayers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Slick Rick,
The Barracudas,
Eddi Front,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Slits,
Funkadelic,
Godley & Creme,
Sam Rivers,
Mr. Review,
Nas,
Second Layer,
Patti Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Magazine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tom Boy,
Blake Baxter,
Mark Hollis,
the Soft Cell,
The Move,
Altered Images,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
MDC,
Pole,
Khruangbin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Spoonie Gee,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sister Nancy,
Stetsasonic,
Guru Guru,
The Pretty Things,
Jandek,
Desert Stars,
Sällskapet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Zero Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Juan Atkins,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.