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 Paraguay and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Little Man to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Quadrant,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Moon,
Ludus,
The Moleskins,
The Stooges,
Joey Negro,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rotary Connection,
Joensuu 1685,
F. McDonald,
Organ,
Roxette,
The Associates,
Sex Pistols,
Rites of Spring,
The Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Suicide,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Remains,
Arab on Radar,
MDC,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Vogues,
Kurtis Blow,
Qualms,
June of 44,
Susan Cadogan,
Siglo XX,
Inner City,
Pussy Galore,
U.S. Maple,
Make Up,
The American Breed,
The Blues Magoos,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Technova,
Bobby Sherman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Donny Hathaway,
Harry Pussy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
The Cramps,
Minnie Riperton,
Bronski Beat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Magma,
The Victims,
Alphaville,
Icehouse,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gichy Dan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
China Crisis,
Rufus Thomas,
Wings,
Hashim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.