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 Trinidad & Tobago 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fugs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Newcleus,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roy Ayers,
A Certain Ratio,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-Ray Spex,
Bauhaus,
Motorama,
Man Parrish,
Ronnie Foster,
Severed Heads,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brand Nubian,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pere Ubu,
The Zeros,
Eli Mardock,
The Monochrome Set,
The Count Five,
The Remains,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Christie,
Joyce Sims,
Subhumans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nico,
Kas Product,
U.S. Maple,
Ludus,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter & Gordon,
Toni Rubio,
The Raincoats,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Golliwogs,
Wolf Eyes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alison Limerick,
Audionom,
Yaz,
The Velvet Underground,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Shuggie Otis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Real Kids,
Black Moon,
The Skatalites,
K-Klass,
Davy DMX,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Green,
Heaven 17,
Eric Dolphy,
Smog,
LL Cool J,
Fat Boys,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.