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 Portugal and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Techniques to the grunge 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Accadde A,
The Trojans,
Suburban Knight,
Scratch Acid,
Infiniti,
Sun Ra,
Frankie Knuckles,
JFA,
Charles Mingus,
Television,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Five Americans,
Derrick Morgan,
David Bowie,
Aswad,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Skatalites,
Man Parrish,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Al Stewart,
Hot Snakes,
Dark Day,
CMW,
Morten Harket,
The American Breed,
Aaron Thompson,
Fela Kuti,
Graham Central Station,
Heaven 17,
The Misunderstood,
Bush Tetras,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Judy Mowatt,
Grey Daturas,
Ponytail,
Blake Baxter,
Colin Newman,
Jacques Brel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultravox,
Albert Ayler,
Average White Band,
Guru Guru,
Bootsy Collins,
Suicide,
Agent Orange,
Pylon,
Grauzone,
The Angels of Light,
UT,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Neon Judgement,
Harry Pussy,
Brothers Johnson,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.