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 Israel and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Fear to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Scott Walker,
Bang On A Can,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Moon,
Inner City,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Metal Thangz,
Michelle Simonal,
Echospace,
The Names,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nik Kershaw,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Stooges,
Quando Quango,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ken Boothe,
Amazonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Görl,
Joy Division,
The Real Kids,
The Mojo Men,
Bootsy Collins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gap Band,
Index,
Freddie Wadling,
Slick Rick,
The Tremeloes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Babytalk,
Ronan,
Electric Prunes,
Roxette,
The Last Poets,
Pharoah Sanders,
Andrew Hill,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Walker Brothers,
The Invisible,
Dawn Penn,
Bob Dylan,
Lebanon Hanover,
B.T. Express,
LL Cool J,
Bauhaus,
The Five Americans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pantytec,
Icehouse,
Scion,
The Gories,
The Blues Magoos,
Tubeway Army,
Leonard Cohen,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.