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 Honduras and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vogues to the crunk 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
EPMD,
Negative Approach,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gichy Dan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Franke,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Doors,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lindisfarne,
Pantytec,
Grandmaster Flash,
Simply Red,
Max Romeo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Make Up,
Cluster,
The Walker Brothers,
D'Angelo,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Techniques,
Moebius,
X-Ray Spex,
Fluxion,
Buzzcocks,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Groovy Waters,
The J.B.'s,
Agitation Free,
Althea and Donna,
Nirvana,
The Zeros,
Sugar Minott,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ohio Players,
The Knickerbockers,
Darondo,
Subhumans,
Maleditus Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
La Düsseldorf,
China Crisis,
Nick Fraelich,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sister Nancy,
The Fall,
Pussy Galore,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mandrill,
Faraquet,
Alison Limerick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Malaria!,
Monks,
Ken Boothe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pantaleimon,
The Sound,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.