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 Korea South and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord 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 Moss Icon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Andrew Hill,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eddi Front,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Trumans Water,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lalann,
Faust,
Tommy Roe,
The Cowsills,
Outsiders,
Aswad,
June Days,
Eric B and Rakim,
Suicide,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Toasters,
Altered Images,
Skriet,
Susan Cadogan,
Erasure,
Scientists,
Arab on Radar,
Colin Newman,
CMW,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Sonics,
Bill Near,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Black Dice,
Ice-T,
Black Pus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
U.S. Maple,
PIL,
Grey Daturas,
Nik Kershaw,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dirtbombs,
Monks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Electric Prunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amon Düül,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vainqueur,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smiths,
Alison Limerick,
Toni Rubio,
Mars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The United States of America,
Scan 7,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.