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 Bahrain and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Urselle,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bill Near,
The Stooges,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gong,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Lynne,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Zeros,
Janne Schatter,
Jacob Miller,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Josef K,
Letta Mbulu,
Roxette,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Star Department,
The Slackers,
The Beau Brummels,
Mars,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mummies,
Barbara Tucker,
Bauhaus,
Donny Hathaway,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cal Tjader,
Minnie Riperton,
The Last Poets,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Count Five,
Interpol,
Sister Nancy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
This Heat,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Newcleus,
Eve St. Jones,
Blake Baxter,
Lightning Bolt,
Hardrive,
The Litter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Excepter,
the Slits,
The Misunderstood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The American Breed,
Silicon Teens,
Delta 5,
Bush Tetras,
Morten Harket,
New Order,
Vainqueur,
Tom Boy,
Marmalade,
Boogie Down Productions,
Japan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.