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 Equatorial Guinea and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 The Divine Comedy to the punk 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yellowson,
Blossom Toes,
Altered Images,
Soft Cell,
The Saints,
Lower 48,
The Mojo Men,
The Star Department,
Vainqueur,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marmalade,
Rufus Thomas,
Ponytail,
The Trojans,
Wally Richardson,
Sight & Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeff Lynne,
Scan 7,
Von Mondo,
Ohio Players,
OOIOO,
Sam Rivers,
Average White Band,
Althea and Donna,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
L. Decosne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
T. Rex,
The Smiths,
Pole,
Erasure,
Throbbing Gristle,
CMW,
Talk Talk,
Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mighty Diamonds,
KRS-One,
Reuben Wilson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cowsills,
Amon Düül,
Johnny Osbourne,
In Retrospect,
Con Funk Shun,
Todd Terry,
Anakelly,
H. Thieme,
Marvin Gaye,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dark Day,
U.S. Maple,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Suburban Knight,
Pantaleimon,
the Bar-Kays,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.