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 India and from New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Jacques Brel to the punk 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Thompson Twins,
Sandy B,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gories,
Thee Headcoats,
Dennis Brown,
Outsiders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Seeds,
Mo-Dettes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Warren Ellis,
Spoonie Gee,
Godley & Creme,
Von Mondo,
AZ,
Animal Collective,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amon Düül,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brass Construction,
Lower 48,
The Fortunes,
Alice Coltrane,
The Slackers,
Peter & Gordon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Black Dice,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Move,
Urselle,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Parry Music,
Nils Olav,
Bluetip,
Aloha Tigers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sex Pistols,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deadbeat,
Neu!,
Television,
K-Klass,
Yazoo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
In Retrospect,
Kool Moe Dee,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bronski Beat,
Silicon Teens,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Letta Mbulu,
The Raincoats,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.