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 Honduras and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hasil Adkins to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gerry Rafferty,
Subhumans,
Sparks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arcadia,
The Dead C,
The United States of America,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Supertramp,
The New Christs,
Dual Sessions,
Sandy B,
Max Romeo,
K-Klass,
Duran Duran,
The Leaves,
Adolescents,
Soul II Soul,
JFA,
Laurel Aitken,
Kurtis Blow,
Suburban Knight,
Marc Almond,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wally Richardson,
PIL,
Janne Schatter,
Brothers Johnson,
The Pop Group,
The Stooges,
The Cramps,
Eden Ahbez,
Monks,
Black Flag,
Buzzcocks,
The Knickerbockers,
Tommy Roe,
Porter Ricks,
The Human League,
Gang of Four,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wings,
Dawn Penn,
Joey Negro,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gun Club,
Lyres,
Andrew Hill,
Grauzone,
Dark Day,
KRS-One,
Albert Ayler,
The Birthday Party,
Heaven 17,
Scrapy,
Amon Düül II,
John Coltrane,
The Happenings,
Shuggie Otis,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.