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 Hungary and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ossler to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Grauzone,
The Wake,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nils Olav,
Jacques Brel,
Reuben Wilson,
Maurizio,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Selecter,
Charles Mingus,
DNA,
The Real Kids,
Grey Daturas,
Excepter,
One Last Wish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Normal,
Moss Icon,
The Gap Band,
Max Romeo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dual Sessions,
Flash Fearless,
T.S.O.L.,
Eve St. Jones,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cowsills,
Tres Demented,
B.T. Express,
The Martian,
MC5,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crash Course in Science,
Goldenarms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Ten City,
The Last Poets,
Jandek,
Harmonia,
The Mojo Men,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lucky Dragons,
Saccharine Trust,
Pulsallama,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lalann,
Ludus,
Davy DMX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Country Teasers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mr. Review,
Livin' Joy,
ABC,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.