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 Guinea-Bissau and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the rap 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Cluster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
MC5,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalann,
The Litter,
Siglo XX,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David Bowie,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hoover,
Animal Collective,
Brothers Johnson,
Deepchord,
Essential Logic,
Nik Kershaw,
The Walker Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Hasil Adkins,
John Lydon,
Yellowson,
The Gap Band,
Parry Music,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blake Baxter,
Underground Resistance,
kango's stein massive,
The Stooges,
Ice-T,
Jawbox,
Rekid,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aswad,
L. Decosne,
The Golliwogs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Japan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Das Ding,
Bootsy Collins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pierre Henry,
Youth Brigade,
Susan Cadogan,
The Misunderstood,
The Blues Magoos,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Names,
Brand Nubian,
Alice Coltrane,
Ronan,
The Last Poets,
Tomorrow,
The Dead C,
Ronnie Foster,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soft Cell,
Make Up,
LL Cool J,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.