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 Maldives and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
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 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the grunge 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Qualms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Connie Case,
Vladislav Delay,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Green,
Rapeman,
Quando Quango,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed,
The Tremeloes,
The American Breed,
Todd Rundgren,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ituana,
Marc Almond,
Jimmy McGriff,
Maleditus Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Slits,
The Cure,
Matthew Bourne,
Zapp,
Davy DMX,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Busters,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Sherman,
Popol Vuh,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yazoo,
Donny Hathaway,
Lakeside,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Copeland,
Cybotron,
John Holt,
New Order,
Flash Fearless,
The Move,
Reuben Wilson,
Tres Demented,
June Days,
Vainqueur,
This Heat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Khruangbin,
The Angels of Light,
The Raincoats,
Gang of Four,
Slave,
Aswad,
OOIOO,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sex Pistols,
Mo-Dettes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deepchord,
The Saints,
Patti Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.