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 Morocco and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Donald Fagen 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 Stiv Bators to the funk 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hot Snakes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Modern Lovers,
the Swans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Sheep,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yaz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marmalade,
Sister Nancy,
B.T. Express,
The Knickerbockers,
Mars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Andrew Hill,
Animal Collective,
The Trojans,
The Dead C,
Grauzone,
Vladislav Delay,
the Association,
EPMD,
MDC,
Ice-T,
Sixth Finger,
The Divine Comedy,
Rites of Spring,
Joensuu 1685,
Leonard Cohen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Monolake,
the Soft Cell,
Y Pants,
Roy Ayers,
The Gories,
Black Flag,
Wire,
Average White Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Arab on Radar,
Franke,
Unwound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Public Image Ltd.,
10cc,
La Düsseldorf,
The Smoke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Tremeloes,
Model 500,
Half Japanese,
Shuggie Otis,
Zero Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Womack,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.