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 San Marino and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 Zero Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Roxette,
LL Cool J,
DNA,
Magazine,
Derrick May,
The Five Americans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Los Fastidios,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Don Cherry,
Toni Rubio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Massinfluence,
Make Up,
Erykah Badu,
The Index,
Peter & Gordon,
The Motions,
Echospace,
the Association,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Faraquet,
Rites of Spring,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Smog,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Residents,
Grauzone,
Reuben Wilson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terry Callier,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Birthday Party,
Parry Music,
Sonny Sharrock,
Shoche,
Letta Mbulu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Zeros,
Clear Light,
Mad Mike,
John Holt,
10cc,
Agent Orange,
the Sonics,
Pere Ubu,
This Heat,
Bill Wells,
The Modern Lovers,
Simply Red,
Malaria!,
The Doors,
MDC,
The Shadows of Knight,
World's Most,
Boz Scaggs,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.