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 Panama and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Amazonics to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Mr. Review,
Silicon Teens,
The Vogues,
Nico,
Severed Heads,
Bluetip,
Accadde A,
Godley & Creme,
Scrapy,
Hasil Adkins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
In Retrospect,
The Barracudas,
Nas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Bananas,
The Trojans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Reagan Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Christie,
Jandek,
Chris & Cosey,
The Alarm Clocks,
This Heat,
Ultravox,
Public Enemy,
Pulsallama,
Swans,
KRS-One,
Fela Kuti,
John Coltrane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Liliput,
Buzzcocks,
The New Christs,
Thee Headcoats,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dark Day,
The Star Department,
Leonard Cohen,
The Slackers,
Steve Hackett,
David Bowie,
Kerri Chandler,
Kenny Larkin,
Little Man,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Sherman,
Lalann,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scan 7,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oblivians,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Section 25,
The Blackbyrds,
Deepchord,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.