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 Sudan and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the grunge 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
48th St. Collective,
Banda Bassotti,
Buzzcocks,
Gichy Dan,
Ultra Naté,
Sandy B,
Slick Rick,
The Litter,
Babytalk,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anakelly,
The Monochrome Set,
Stereo Dub,
Kayak,
Procol Harum,
Masters at Work,
Yazoo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Derrick Morgan,
K-Klass,
Colin Newman,
Fela Kuti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tres Demented,
Hoover,
Q65,
Minutemen,
Matthew Halsall,
Joe Smooth,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Knickerbockers,
JFA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ken Boothe,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker,
Tommy Roe,
Joey Negro,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Funkadelic,
B.T. Express,
Alton Ellis,
Qualms,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Mills,
The Pop Group,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cal Tjader,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fugs,
Quando Quango,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blossom Toes,
Ten City,
Davy DMX,
Jerry's Kids,
The Human League,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.