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 Niger and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Boogie Down Productions to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Pylon,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Skatalites,
Girls At Our Best!,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare,
Nick Fraelich,
The Detroit Cobras,
These Immortal Souls,
Section 25,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barbara Tucker,
World's Most,
Wasted Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Minor Threat,
Arcadia,
Hashim,
Charles Mingus,
Siglo XX,
Agent Orange,
AZ,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blake Baxter,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tom Boy,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Offenders,
Pagans,
Freddie Wadling,
Bluetip,
In Retrospect,
FM Einheit,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Kinks,
Lalann,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Country Teasers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Blues Magoos,
Infiniti,
Thompson Twins,
Scan 7,
Morten Harket,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Görl,
Supertramp,
a-ha,
Radio Birdman,
Spandau Ballet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Q65,
The Beau Brummels,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.