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 Tanzania 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Guru Guru to the disco 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Babytalk,
Bill Near,
Junior Murvin,
Harry Pussy,
Essential Logic,
Flash Fearless,
Michelle Simonal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Theoretical Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Wings,
James White and The Blacks,
The Kinks,
Neu!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Archie Shepp,
The Fugs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Inner City,
La Düsseldorf,
D'Angelo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mandrill,
The Fortunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Easy Going,
This Heat,
Altered Images,
Hoover,
Loose Ends,
Roger Hodgson,
Janne Schatter,
Youth Brigade,
The Angels of Light,
Skaos,
Ultra Naté,
Joensuu 1685,
Joyce Sims,
Aswad,
Barry Ungar,
Bootsy Collins,
Sparks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Wake,
The Modern Lovers,
Second Layer,
MC5,
Iggy Pop,
Moebius,
Pussy Galore,
Desert Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scott Walker,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.