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 Korea North and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul 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 theremin 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
A Flock of Seagulls,
ABC,
The Mojo Men,
Panda Bear,
Parry Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
Magma,
Susan Cadogan,
The Trojans,
Ken Boothe,
The New Christs,
Black Bananas,
Technova,
Don Cherry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Simply Red,
Motorama,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radio Birdman,
Bang On A Can,
Swell Maps,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marvin Gaye,
Eden Ahbez,
Youth Brigade,
Maleditus Sound,
Altered Images,
Cal Tjader,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Byrd,
John Lydon,
Juan Atkins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stetsasonic,
Pantaleimon,
Cecil Taylor,
Cluster,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Associates,
The Victims,
Camouflage,
Inner City,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fortunes,
Chrome,
Kurtis Blow,
Q and Not U,
Ituana,
The Birthday Party,
Mad Mike,
Visage,
Liliput,
Brand Nubian,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jacob Miller,
The Misunderstood,
Slave,
Hasil Adkins,
Jerry's Kids,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.