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 Egypt and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Hardrive to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Fugazi,
Flash Fearless,
Dual Sessions,
UT,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Wake,
Eve St. Jones,
Pantytec,
Erykah Badu,
Suicide,
Junior Murvin,
Roy Ayers,
DJ Sneak,
The Names,
Gang Green,
Symarip,
Eric Dolphy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nils Olav,
Cybotron,
Roger Hodgson,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fall,
Oblivians,
Guru Guru,
Dawn Penn,
Theoretical Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kerri Chandler,
Rites of Spring,
Fad Gadget,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dennis Brown,
Kayak,
Magma,
Fluxion,
H. Thieme,
The J.B.'s,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Angry Samoans,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Holt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Judy Mowatt,
Donald Byrd,
The Barracudas,
Danielle Patucci,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fortunes,
Easy Going,
Brass Construction,
Tim Buckley,
Alice Coltrane,
The Moody Blues,
Lower 48,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.