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 Qatar and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Oneida to the rock 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Au Pairs,
Funky Four + One,
Faraquet,
Angry Samoans,
Steve Hackett,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sonic Youth,
The Selecter,
The Durutti Column,
Procol Harum,
Essential Logic,
ABBA,
Absolute Body Control,
B.T. Express,
Anakelly,
Lungfish,
Television,
Altered Images,
The Vogues,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gun Club,
Fluxion,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joy Division,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stereo Dub,
Sugar Minott,
Jerry Gold Smith,
F. McDonald,
The Motions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stiv Bators,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nas,
Sight & Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Kas Product,
The Gories,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sällskapet,
The Angels of Light,
Sixth Finger,
Ohio Players,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Slits,
Dave Gahan,
Jerry's Kids,
Scott Walker,
Underground Resistance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Adolescents,
Cheater Slicks,
Goldenarms,
Unwound,
Arcadia,
KRS-One,
One Last Wish,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.