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 Italy and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Blues Magoos to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
The Blues Magoos,
Parry Music,
Drexciya,
Drive Like Jehu,
Livin' Joy,
Soft Machine,
Adolescents,
Roxy Music,
the Soft Cell,
Monks,
Scion,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Hood,
Reuben Wilson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Procol Harum,
Chrome,
the Normal,
Hashim,
Barrington Levy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faust,
Tears for Fears,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Motions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Prince Buster,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Monochrome Set,
Judy Mowatt,
Lightning Bolt,
Minutemen,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Lydon,
Joey Negro,
The Slits,
Max Romeo,
Little Man,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oneida,
The Smoke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brick,
Cluster,
Lakeside,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pulsallama,
Moby Grape,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aswad,
Yusef Lateef,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Swell Maps,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roger Hodgson,
Monolake,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quantec,
Moss Icon,
Wally Richardson,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.