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 Manila.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Joe Smooth to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
a-ha,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Martian,
Lower 48,
Sällskapet,
World's Most,
Fat Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Deadbeat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eddi Front,
Black Flag,
The Walker Brothers,
X-101,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
Aloha Tigers,
Rotary Connection,
Mr. Review,
Dual Sessions,
Pere Ubu,
Aswad,
Talk Talk,
KRS-One,
B.T. Express,
Stetsasonic,
Wings,
Agent Orange,
The Knickerbockers,
Hot Snakes,
Negative Approach,
The Grass Roots,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Remains,
10cc,
Whodini,
Don Cherry,
Sun City Girls,
Altered Images,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Suburban Knight,
Banda Bassotti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Make Up,
the Swans,
the Sonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Saints,
Motorama,
Television,
The Misunderstood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dead C,
Eden Ahbez,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moebius,
Rod Modell,
Pulsallama,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.