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 Dominican Republic and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
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 sitar 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 Curtis Mayfield to the funk 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Youth Brigade,
Chris Corsano,
Eve St. Jones,
Sex Pistols,
Sugar Minott,
EPMD,
Lower 48,
Nico,
Banda Bassotti,
The Happenings,
Sun City Girls,
Sparks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kerrie Biddell,
Goldenarms,
Ten City,
Al Stewart,
Altered Images,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Smooth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Bananas,
U.S. Maple,
Franke,
Television,
The Residents,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Hasil Adkins,
The Standells,
The Modern Lovers,
The Invisible,
Robert Wyatt,
Fluxion,
Cymande,
Terry Callier,
Bill Wells,
Erasure,
The Young Rascals,
Connie Case,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fuzztones,
Ornette Coleman,
10cc,
Byron Stingily,
Joey Negro,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pole,
Shuggie Otis,
Newcleus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rotary Connection,
Matthew Bourne,
Aswad,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DJ Sneak,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.