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 Marshall Islands and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
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 Icehouse to the punk 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Mantronix,
Derrick May,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultravox,
Donny Hathaway,
Spoonie Gee,
Scientists,
Angry Samoans,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Germs,
Harmonia,
Marvin Gaye,
Flipper,
Peter and Kerry,
David McCallum,
The Slits,
Fugazi,
The Misunderstood,
H. Thieme,
Sister Nancy,
Absolute Body Control,
ABC,
Warsaw,
Pylon,
Piero Umiliani,
Monks,
Section 25,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deadbeat,
Technova,
Kevin Saunderson,
Zapp,
Sugar Minott,
John Cale,
Wire,
Robert Wyatt,
Fear,
Suicide,
The Buckinghams,
Buzzcocks,
Mark Hollis,
Con Funk Shun,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Black Dice,
Index,
Joey Negro,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Iggy Pop,
Yusef Lateef,
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Style,
The Leaves,
Cecil Taylor,
Echospace,
Anthony Braxton,
June of 44,
Soul Sonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
kango's stein massive,
Skaos,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.