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 Monaco and from Cairo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
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 sitar 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 Ultimate Spinach to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Pere Ubu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Royal Trux,
Jeru the Damaja,
Symarip,
Ituana,
The Index,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flash Fearless,
Roy Ayers,
Agitation Free,
Crime,
Funky Four + One,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pagans,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare,
John Foxx,
The Remains,
Joyce Sims,
Bad Manners,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joe Finger,
Rufus Thomas,
Cymande,
Los Fastidios,
These Immortal Souls,
Harry Pussy,
The Standells,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sonics,
The Tremeloes,
Connie Case,
Quantec,
Black Flag,
La Düsseldorf,
Pussy Galore,
Funkadelic,
Chrome,
The Busters,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dead C,
Pylon,
Sun City Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Excepter,
Essential Logic,
Soft Cell,
The Moody Blues,
The Black Dice,
Parry Music,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Görl,
Smog,
Amon Düül,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mandrill,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.