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 Egypt and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grime 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
In Retrospect,
Easy Going,
Newcleus,
Yusef Lateef,
The Evens,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Martian,
Ituana,
Dark Day,
Section 25,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Bananas,
Marc Almond,
Public Enemy,
H. Thieme,
Nation of Ulysses,
One Last Wish,
Cluster,
Boredoms,
Mission of Burma,
Warsaw,
Derrick Morgan,
Scott Walker,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chris & Cosey,
David Axelrod,
Clear Light,
DNA,
Aaron Thompson,
The Red Krayola,
Spoonie Gee,
Bluetip,
Graham Central Station,
Sarah Menescal,
Morten Harket,
The Cure,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Patti Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fuzztones,
Pierre Henry,
Ronan,
Glenn Branca,
Gerry Rafferty,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nick Fraelich,
Magazine,
Eurythmics,
The Zeros,
World's Most,
Godley & Creme,
Tears for Fears,
Junior Murvin,
OOIOO,
Average White Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Henry Cow,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.