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 Nigeria and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Marine Girls,
Loose Ends,
Tres Demented,
Guru Guru,
Hashim,
The Gun Club,
Pylon,
the Bar-Kays,
Don Cherry,
Sister Nancy,
Average White Band,
Bill Wells,
The Smiths,
Sun Ra,
Joyce Sims,
Rites of Spring,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lindisfarne,
MC5,
The Trojans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultravox,
Zero Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
LL Cool J,
Bauhaus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Pretty Things,
Delta 5,
Lungfish,
Morten Harket,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cowsills,
The J.B.'s,
Scratch Acid,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric Dolphy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Half Japanese,
The Kinks,
Roxette,
Donny Hathaway,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wolf Eyes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Hood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quadrant,
Jerry's Kids,
Barry Ungar,
The Techniques,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Darondo,
The Litter,
Eden Ahbez,
One Last Wish,
The Misunderstood,
June of 44,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Real Kids,
Animal Collective,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.