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 Israel and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lee Hazlewood to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Toni Rubio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Von Mondo,
Nico,
Blancmange,
The Human League,
Marc Almond,
kango's stein massive,
Pylon,
The Zeros,
The Mummies,
Bob Dylan,
Rapeman,
The Neon Judgement,
a-ha,
Panda Bear,
Scientists,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Happenings,
Popol Vuh,
The J.B.'s,
Ronnie Foster,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-Ray Spex,
Fat Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Byron Stingily,
Hashim,
Bootsy Collins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Stooges,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Womack,
PIL,
Cecil Taylor,
Lungfish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Grass Roots,
Fluxion,
Aaron Thompson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oneida,
Stiv Bators,
Yaz,
Connie Case,
Easy Going,
Matthew Halsall,
Nils Olav,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Public Enemy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Suicide,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ohio Players,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.