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 Cambodia and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 La Düsseldorf to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Unrelated Segments,
Scrapy,
Eddi Front,
Hot Snakes,
Sight & Sound,
Japan,
Kerri Chandler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
MDC,
Altered Images,
Basic Channel,
Fugazi,
Essential Logic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Toni Rubio,
Ronnie Foster,
The Pop Group,
The Birthday Party,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blues Magoos,
Fela Kuti,
Morten Harket,
Metal Thangz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter & Gordon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Seeds,
Bang On A Can,
Severed Heads,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lightning Bolt,
The New Christs,
Boredoms,
The Knickerbockers,
Mad Mike,
B.T. Express,
OOIOO,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Erykah Badu,
Inner City,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Beau Brummels,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Godley & Creme,
Donny Hathaway,
Talk Talk,
Yellowson,
The Angels of Light,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grey Daturas,
Bill Wells,
Spoonie Gee,
The Slackers,
The Music Machine,
The Red Krayola,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.