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 Angola and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Severed Heads to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sixth Finger,
Howard Jones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boz Scaggs,
Derrick Morgan,
Icehouse,
Cecil Taylor,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Toasters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Maleditus Sound,
The Smoke,
Aaron Thompson,
Dawn Penn,
Unwound,
Faraquet,
T.S.O.L.,
Masters at Work,
Wally Richardson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marine Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Agent Orange,
MDC,
Stiv Bators,
ABC,
Brick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantytec,
Jawbox,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Darondo,
The Litter,
The Remains,
Grauzone,
New Order,
Fluxion,
D'Angelo,
June of 44,
Sam Rivers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cybotron,
Skaos,
Ohio Players,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Connie Case,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mandrill,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
EPMD,
Wolf Eyes,
Rapeman,
Whodini,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.