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 Uzbekistan and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 The Move to the funk 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Todd Rundgren,
David Bowie,
Dave Gahan,
Quadrant,
The Evens,
The Slackers,
Little Man,
U.S. Maple,
Radiohead,
Agitation Free,
Soft Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DNA,
Popol Vuh,
R.M.O.,
Kayak,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liliput,
The Vogues,
Black Bananas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Techniques,
Fad Gadget,
Curtis Mayfield,
Andrew Hill,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tim Buckley,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lyres,
Joyce Sims,
The Birthday Party,
Black Flag,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Quando Quango,
Agent Orange,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Bourne,
Danielle Patucci,
Sex Pistols,
Delta 5,
Steve Hackett,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ossler,
Au Pairs,
Camouflage,
Infiniti,
Toni Rubio,
kango's stein massive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
MDC,
Sight & Sound,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.