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 Indonesia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Whodini to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amazonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
June of 44,
Fluxion,
Yazoo,
The Young Rascals,
Sound Behaviour,
Matthew Halsall,
Roxette,
Bootsy Collins,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Byrd,
Man Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
Isaac Hayes,
Talk Talk,
Hoover,
KRS-One,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Johnny Clarke,
Graham Central Station,
Byron Stingily,
Amon Düül II,
The Gap Band,
Roy Ayers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Archie Shepp,
MDC,
Q and Not U,
The Mummies,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vainqueur,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Niagra,
The Cure,
Minnie Riperton,
The Motions,
Brass Construction,
Franke,
These Immortal Souls,
Accadde A,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tom Boy,
Index,
Los Fastidios,
Japan,
The Real Kids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Traffic Nightmare,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bauhaus,
Juan Atkins,
World's Most,
Eurythmics,
Loose Ends,
Gabor Szabo,
The Slits,
Ultra Naté,
Rotary Connection,
Barbara Tucker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.