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 Malaysia and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
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 clarinet 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 X-102 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Schoolly D,
Beasts of Bourbon,
A Certain Ratio,
Susan Cadogan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sam Rivers,
Sandy B,
Sex Pistols,
The Stooges,
Brand Nubian,
Bad Manners,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rod Modell,
Crash Course in Science,
Fat Boys,
Magazine,
Rakim,
Derrick May,
The Residents,
The Count Five,
David Bowie,
John Holt,
Cheater Slicks,
Lower 48,
The Fall,
Royal Trux,
Don Cherry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Real Kids,
Whodini,
Johnny Clarke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
R.M.O.,
Khruangbin,
Mo-Dettes,
Boredoms,
Mantronix,
Roxy Music,
Joey Negro,
Robert Hood,
Unwound,
Erykah Badu,
Suicide,
Nils Olav,
Swans,
Outsiders,
Cal Tjader,
Excepter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rites of Spring,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed,
H. Thieme,
Pantytec,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Youth Brigade,
Archie Shepp,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.