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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Kaleidoscope to the jazz 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Soul II Soul,
EPMD,
the Human League,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare,
Marc Almond,
Pylon,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Judy Mowatt,
Procol Harum,
Suicide,
Kayak,
ABBA,
The Golliwogs,
Section 25,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mars,
The Smiths,
Schoolly D,
Youth Brigade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Janne Schatter,
The Zeros,
Reuben Wilson,
Lindisfarne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Slick Rick,
Boz Scaggs,
World's Most,
The Monochrome Set,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dave Gahan,
Trumans Water,
The Moody Blues,
F. McDonald,
Nils Olav,
Intrusion,
Alton Ellis,
The Techniques,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
L. Decosne,
Porter Ricks,
Sällskapet,
Tears for Fears,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott Heron,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fuzztones,
Dark Day,
Newcleus,
Yellowson,
Robert Hood,
The Misunderstood,
Magazine,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Slackers,
The Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kas Product,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.