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 South Sudan and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Thee Headcoats to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Duran Duran,
Slick Rick,
Negative Approach,
Monolake,
Tom Boy,
Shuggie Otis,
Althea and Donna,
June of 44,
Arab on Radar,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeff Lynne,
ABC,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rites of Spring,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sparks,
Rekid,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lyres,
Fela Kuti,
Fugazi,
kango's stein massive,
Siglo XX,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terry Callier,
Organ,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pylon,
The Busters,
Hashim,
The Velvet Underground,
Icehouse,
Panda Bear,
Stereo Dub,
Iggy Pop,
In Retrospect,
Crash Course in Science,
Bill Near,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pulsallama,
the Swans,
Sixth Finger,
Deakin,
Tomorrow,
a-ha,
Khruangbin,
Babytalk,
Yazoo,
Arcadia,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wally Richardson,
Todd Terry,
The Sound,
Altered Images,
Erykah Badu,
Peter and Kerry,
Gichy Dan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.