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 Greece and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Stereo Dub to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harry Pussy,
This Heat,
E-Dancer,
Lakeside,
Heaven 17,
Flash Fearless,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Kinks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vladislav Delay,
The Searchers,
The Trojans,
Outsiders,
Kaleidoscope,
Hoover,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Sonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Man Parrish,
Rites of Spring,
Jerry's Kids,
Nico,
MC5,
Grey Daturas,
L. Decosne,
The Index,
Jeff Lynne,
Mars,
Alphaville,
Patti Smith,
the Swans,
Robert Görl,
Accadde A,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lindisfarne,
Erykah Badu,
The Doors,
Bobby Womack,
Shoche,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun City Girls,
Joe Finger,
The Cure,
Trumans Water,
Don Cherry,
T.S.O.L.,
Deadbeat,
Lower 48,
Lightning Bolt,
The Durutti Column,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Moon,
Bush Tetras,
Tears for Fears,
Tubeway Army,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neil Young,
Brand Nubian,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.