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 Portugal and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 Eli Mardock to the grunge 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lakeside,
Hoover,
The Smiths,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soft Cell,
David Axelrod,
a-ha,
Amon Düül,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jacques Brel,
Pulsallama,
Mo-Dettes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Franke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Royal Trux,
Davy DMX,
Barbara Tucker,
Buzzcocks,
Mad Mike,
The Searchers,
Colin Newman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dirtbombs,
Chrome,
E-Dancer,
Saccharine Trust,
Angry Samoans,
Crooked Eye,
MC5,
the Human League,
UT,
Groovy Waters,
The Cowsills,
The Monochrome Set,
Alice Coltrane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
Bronski Beat,
Icehouse,
Erykah Badu,
Fatback Band,
Scion,
the Swans,
Judy Mowatt,
Eden Ahbez,
Thompson Twins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quando Quango,
Black Moon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Flag,
Grey Daturas,
Dark Day,
Terry Callier,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.