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 Finland and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 The Dirtbombs to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Average White Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Vogues,
Laurel Aitken,
Shoche,
Eden Ahbez,
Davy DMX,
DJ Style,
Lower 48,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Don Cherry,
Siglo XX,
Hardrive,
Monolake,
T.S.O.L.,
Khruangbin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Last Poets,
cv313,
Gang of Four,
Lyres,
Minny Pops,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Trumans Water,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Suicide,
Essential Logic,
Ornette Coleman,
Television Personalities,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lindisfarne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wasted Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chris Corsano,
Josef K,
Qualms,
The Doors,
The Blackbyrds,
Barrington Levy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Massinfluence,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Searchers,
Kerri Chandler,
Colin Newman,
The Young Rascals,
Pole,
Junior Murvin,
The Knickerbockers,
Judy Mowatt,
Can,
Scrapy,
Eve St. Jones,
Zapp,
Absolute Body Control,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.