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 Japan and from New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
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 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 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 Lungfish to the electroclash 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a 808 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Porter Ricks,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Misunderstood,
Derrick Morgan,
The Leaves,
Alice Coltrane,
The Zeros,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Con Funk Shun,
The Five Americans,
The Durutti Column,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mark Hollis,
Jeff Mills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sugar Minott,
Ituana,
Tres Demented,
Rekid,
Eve St. Jones,
Nas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Busters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
LL Cool J,
Spoonie Gee,
Pagans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DJ Style,
Lungfish,
KRS-One,
Basic Channel,
Godley & Creme,
kango's stein massive,
The Doors,
Joy Division,
The Seeds,
Todd Terry,
Angry Samoans,
Sällskapet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Graham Central Station,
The Dirtbombs,
Steve Hackett,
The Invisible,
Kas Product,
Y Pants,
The Buckinghams,
Donald Byrd,
Ken Boothe,
Stetsasonic,
Royal Trux,
The Shadows of Knight,
One Last Wish,
Amon Düül II,
Accadde A,
Oblivians,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.