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 Dominica and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Magma to the rock 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick 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?
Spoonie Gee,
Sarah Menescal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bill Near,
Dead Boys,
The Cure,
New Age Steppers,
Can,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fire Engines,
Joyce Sims,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skriet,
Motorama,
Thompson Twins,
Clear Light,
David McCallum,
Bobby Womack,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scientists,
Easy Going,
Pere Ubu,
The Saints,
Rakim,
Ohio Players,
Alton Ellis,
The Techniques,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Darondo,
Skarface,
Brick,
The Last Poets,
Aaron Thompson,
The Star Department,
Camouflage,
The Searchers,
Echospace,
Derrick Morgan,
The Human League,
New York Dolls,
Cymande,
Lower 48,
Tears for Fears,
The Skatalites,
Mo-Dettes,
Tubeway Army,
Flash Fearless,
Basic Channel,
Wings,
Robert Hood,
Harry Pussy,
Monks,
The Tremeloes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Gang Dance,
Suburban Knight,
Make Up,
The Names,
AZ,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.