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 Lebanon and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fall to the funk 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Glenn Branca,
Donny Hathaway,
Funkadelic,
The Star Department,
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Teasers,
Alphaville,
Radio Birdman,
Electric Prunes,
Y Pants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Trojans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pierre Henry,
Panda Bear,
Judy Mowatt,
Khruangbin,
This Heat,
The Saints,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ten City,
Oneida,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Con Funk Shun,
Ice-T,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Iggy Pop,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maurizio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gichy Dan,
Scratch Acid,
Roy Ayers,
Jacob Miller,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Martian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dark Day,
Graham Central Station,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Vogues,
Procol Harum,
Essential Logic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wasted Youth,
Television Personalities,
Idris Muhammad,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Severed Heads,
Bootsy Collins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Interpol,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gun Club,
Jawbox,
Whodini,
Lebanon Hanover,
Agent Orange,
Robert Wyatt,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.