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 Fiji and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Negative Approach to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Slick Rick,
Von Mondo,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare,
Danielle Patucci,
The Star Department,
The Modern Lovers,
MC5,
The Happenings,
Eric Copeland,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harmonia,
The Remains,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Lydon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pole,
the Sonics,
Jerry's Kids,
Intrusion,
Kerri Chandler,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Saints,
The Durutti Column,
Kas Product,
The Mojo Men,
The Velvet Underground,
Junior Murvin,
Peter & Gordon,
Rites of Spring,
Excepter,
Crime,
The Slits,
Don Cherry,
The Raincoats,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vainqueur,
Gang of Four,
Loose Ends,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Smoke,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Divine Comedy,
Infiniti,
The Associates,
Idris Muhammad,
The Monochrome Set,
The Blackbyrds,
Heaven 17,
JFA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Morten Harket,
Technova,
Tres Demented,
T. Rex,
AZ,
Quantec,
Con Funk Shun,
The Skatalites,
Sonny Sharrock,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.