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 Japan and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Pharoah Sanders to the disco 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Siglo XX,
Sarah Menescal,
Urselle,
Max Romeo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Janne Schatter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rufus Thomas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Electric Prunes,
UT,
Schoolly D,
Aaron Thompson,
Isaac Hayes,
Kurtis Blow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric Copeland,
Boredoms,
Sugar Minott,
The Gun Club,
Boz Scaggs,
Neil Young,
The Motions,
Inner City,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terry Callier,
Bill Wells,
Tres Demented,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pantaleimon,
Kenny Larkin,
Echospace,
Michelle Simonal,
A Certain Ratio,
Circle Jerks,
The Doors,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dead C,
The Selecter,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed,
Khruangbin,
Desert Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skriet,
Brand Nubian,
Kayak,
Ituana,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mo-Dettes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mad Mike,
The Monks,
Suicide,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Parry Music,
Livin' Joy,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.