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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rites of Spring to the electroclash 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 rock 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Hashim,
Nik Kershaw,
Jacob Miller,
Panda Bear,
The Gap Band,
Rotary Connection,
Bobbi Humphrey,
T. Rex,
Marine Girls,
Chrome,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Basic Channel,
New Age Steppers,
Guru Guru,
Buzzcocks,
The Young Rascals,
Steve Hackett,
The Five Americans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Symarip,
Vladislav Delay,
Sam Rivers,
DJ Sneak,
The Monks,
Accadde A,
Rekid,
Bauhaus,
Black Sheep,
The Slackers,
PIL,
Josef K,
the Bar-Kays,
Aaron Thompson,
The Associates,
Stetsasonic,
Stiv Bators,
Michelle Simonal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Christie,
Alton Ellis,
Thee Headcoats,
Grandmaster Flash,
Index,
The Happenings,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tommy Roe,
Eric Dolphy,
Ornette Coleman,
Bob Dylan,
Lalann,
Fear,
Bang On A Can,
The Pop Group,
Flash Fearless,
Hoover,
Sonic Youth,
Adolescents,
Charles Mingus,
Toni Rubio,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.