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 Sri Lanka and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 Quadrant to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Arcadia,
David Bowie,
Scan 7,
The Modern Lovers,
The Selecter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gun Club,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Junior Murvin,
The Seeds,
Kayak,
Oblivians,
Skriet,
Laurel Aitken,
Nation of Ulysses,
Leonard Cohen,
John Foxx,
Erasure,
The Names,
The Human League,
The Beau Brummels,
Barrington Levy,
Aaron Thompson,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Babytalk,
The Stooges,
Agent Orange,
John Cale,
Goldenarms,
DNA,
Magazine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Althea and Donna,
LL Cool J,
New Age Steppers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Infiniti,
Bang On A Can,
Porter Ricks,
Groovy Waters,
Spoonie Gee,
The Monks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marvin Gaye,
Wally Richardson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gladiators,
DJ Sneak,
Eden Ahbez,
The Velvet Underground,
ABBA,
Lou Reed,
Al Stewart,
Parry Music,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeff Lynne,
The Index,
Gong,
Minutemen,
Warsaw,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.