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 Fiji and from Portland.
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 Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Delon & Dalcan to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Second Layer,
Jimmy McGriff,
Donny Hathaway,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Rufus Thomas,
Danielle Patucci,
David Axelrod,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Beau Brummels,
Barrington Levy,
Brand Nubian,
The Fuzztones,
World's Most,
Fluxion,
Amon Düül II,
The Leaves,
This Heat,
Ronnie Foster,
Zero Boys,
The Motions,
the Human League,
The Star Department,
UT,
Camouflage,
Tomorrow,
Nils Olav,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun Ra,
Godley & Creme,
Porter Ricks,
FM Einheit,
Minutemen,
Pulsallama,
Wasted Youth,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Symarip,
Bootsy Collins,
Nas,
Bush Tetras,
Anakelly,
Quantec,
Ituana,
Flipper,
Graham Central Station,
Al Stewart,
Outsiders,
Intrusion,
Joe Finger,
Kas Product,
The Birthday Party,
Pere Ubu,
Crash Course in Science,
Hoover,
Funkadelic,
Yellowson,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.