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 Congo and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Smiths to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Adolescents,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric Dolphy,
Nik Kershaw,
JFA,
Desert Stars,
Gang Starr,
The Golliwogs,
Mark Hollis,
John Holt,
Sam Rivers,
Electric Prunes,
Black Pus,
Wire,
The Doobie Brothers,
Warsaw,
Gang of Four,
48th St. Collective,
Scion,
The Happenings,
Marmalade,
Cheater Slicks,
John Coltrane,
Cymande,
Bizarre Inc.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Christie,
Agitation Free,
Rotary Connection,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jacob Miller,
The Barracudas,
Kenny Larkin,
Rakim,
Mad Mike,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scientists,
H. Thieme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Trumans Water,
The Star Department,
Lower 48,
Ponytail,
The Red Krayola,
X-101,
the Normal,
Kevin Saunderson,
Delta 5,
Glambeats Corp.,
Absolute Body Control,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Sheep,
Boz Scaggs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camberwell Now,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.