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 Sweden and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stetsasonic to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
The Divine Comedy,
Scion,
Henry Cow,
Barry Ungar,
Idris Muhammad,
Iggy Pop,
Black Moon,
Deadbeat,
Unrelated Segments,
X-Ray Spex,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Junior Murvin,
Agitation Free,
Infiniti,
Pole,
Black Flag,
Lou Christie,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Isaac Hayes,
ABC,
E-Dancer,
The Knickerbockers,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Smoke,
The Motions,
James White and The Blacks,
Ludus,
Rod Modell,
Roy Ayers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Severed Heads,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Judy Mowatt,
Grey Daturas,
The Gladiators,
UT,
The Grass Roots,
Glenn Branca,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott Heron,
Youth Brigade,
La Düsseldorf,
Bootsy Collins,
Main Source,
The Red Krayola,
The Misunderstood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Zapp,
Freddie Wadling,
Letta Mbulu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The New Christs,
Duran Duran,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nirvana,
Nas,
Aloha Tigers,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.