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 Romania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Echospace to the grunge 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Henry Cow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
MDC,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Todd Terry,
Chris Corsano,
Supertramp,
The Cowsills,
Hot Snakes,
Todd Rundgren,
Al Stewart,
Fad Gadget,
E-Dancer,
The Slits,
The Mojo Men,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Offenders,
Chris & Cosey,
The Martian,
Wasted Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
The Durutti Column,
The Vogues,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Slick Rick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-Ray Spex,
Mandrill,
Kayak,
Jawbox,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun Ra,
Massinfluence,
Stereo Dub,
Byron Stingily,
Tres Demented,
Cybotron,
Bobby Sherman,
Franke,
Peter & Gordon,
Crime,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Connie Case,
Magazine,
Das Ding,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Trojans,
The Selecter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
T.S.O.L.,
a-ha,
Wings,
Deakin,
Mark Hollis,
Michelle Simonal,
Siglo XX,
Morten Harket,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Can,
Sound Behaviour,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.