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 Bhutan and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Kenny Larkin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Aswad,
Scott Walker,
LL Cool J,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skarface,
R.M.O.,
Magma,
Minny Pops,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donald Byrd,
Ludus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Barracudas,
Bootsy Collins,
Shoche,
Malaria!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sixth Finger,
Model 500,
Mars,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Television Personalities,
Reagan Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Faraquet,
Johnny Clarke,
Sonic Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Alarm Clocks,
Depeche Mode,
Crooked Eye,
La Düsseldorf,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gap Band,
the Slits,
CMW,
The Cramps,
Black Sheep,
ABC,
Nik Kershaw,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aaron Thompson,
Radio Birdman,
Sun Ra,
Dual Sessions,
Bill Near,
James White and The Blacks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Byron Stingily,
Rites of Spring,
Kurtis Blow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Erykah Badu,
Andrew Hill,
Groovy Waters,
Spandau Ballet,
Junior Murvin,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.