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 Slovenia and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eddi Front to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Anakelly,
Camouflage,
Mary Jane Girls,
Man Parrish,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gap Band,
Glenn Branca,
The Divine Comedy,
Babytalk,
Arcadia,
New Order,
Matthew Bourne,
ABC,
The United States of America,
Delta 5,
Marvin Gaye,
Nas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bad Manners,
The Smiths,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Knickerbockers,
Absolute Body Control,
Ice-T,
Spoonie Gee,
La Düsseldorf,
Angry Samoans,
The Golliwogs,
Michelle Simonal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Archie Shepp,
Monolake,
Qualms,
Jandek,
The Fortunes,
Organ,
Alphaville,
Oblivians,
One Last Wish,
Desert Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Selecter,
Jerry's Kids,
Sexual Harrassment,
In Retrospect,
Crime,
Alton Ellis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Graham Central Station,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Von Mondo,
New York Dolls,
Tomorrow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
a-ha,
Pole,
The J.B.'s,
June of 44,
Gichy Dan,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.