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 Colombia and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Donald Fagen 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 World's Most to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Porter Ricks,
Funkadelic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Schoolly D,
Chris Corsano,
The Toasters,
Icehouse,
Outsiders,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cymande,
Scrapy,
Sarah Menescal,
Bob Dylan,
Dennis Brown,
David Axelrod,
Darondo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Angry Samoans,
Mandrill,
Pulsallama,
AZ,
F. McDonald,
X-101,
FM Einheit,
Joyce Sims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dead C,
Fat Boys,
Y Pants,
Terrestrial Tones,
Slave,
Monks,
Black Moon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minutemen,
Soft Cell,
Crash Course in Science,
KRS-One,
Subhumans,
Technova,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Green,
Cal Tjader,
the Germs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Man Parrish,
Public Enemy,
the Human League,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Golliwogs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skriet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Iggy Pop,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.