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 Kyrgyzstan and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Ponytail to the jazz 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
E-Dancer,
Fatback Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amon Düül II,
The Index,
R.M.O.,
The Martian,
Boredoms,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Graham Central Station,
Yazoo,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
ABBA,
Amazonics,
Gang of Four,
The Busters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Average White Band,
Goldenarms,
Sun Ra,
Heaven 17,
Colin Newman,
Icehouse,
Jeff Lynne,
Minor Threat,
The Mummies,
Aaron Thompson,
Masters at Work,
The Tremeloes,
The Victims,
Mad Mike,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-102,
Johnny Clarke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Misunderstood,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Green,
The Smoke,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Toasters,
Khruangbin,
Fluxion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pulsallama,
T.S.O.L.,
Public Enemy,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fall,
Blake Baxter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.