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 Slovakia and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Lou Christie to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Marine Girls,
Ice-T,
Tim Buckley,
Slick Rick,
Niagra,
Tropical Tobacco,
La Düsseldorf,
Amazonics,
The Motions,
The Birthday Party,
Livin' Joy,
Kayak,
Can,
Pharoah Sanders,
Urselle,
H. Thieme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Young Rascals,
PIL,
Minor Threat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moby Grape,
Infiniti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Audionom,
Index,
The Gap Band,
The Moleskins,
Juan Atkins,
Amon Düül II,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris & Cosey,
Zapp,
Crime,
Interpol,
Curtis Mayfield,
Man Parrish,
World's Most,
The Standells,
Drive Like Jehu,
Laurel Aitken,
Inner City,
Gang of Four,
Make Up,
In Retrospect,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eddi Front,
Essential Logic,
Idris Muhammad,
the Soft Cell,
Suicide,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.