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 Marshall Islands and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ice-T to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Mad Mike,
Joy Division,
Terrestrial Tones,
Country Teasers,
New York Dolls,
Wolf Eyes,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Kinks,
Rekid,
Lalo Schifrin,
LL Cool J,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thee Headcoats,
John Lydon,
Marc Almond,
The Fuzztones,
Livin' Joy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Spandau Ballet,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Christie,
Darondo,
Spoonie Gee,
Crime,
Fluxion,
Jandek,
Excepter,
Andrew Hill,
Arab on Radar,
Eden Ahbez,
The New Christs,
Infiniti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scan 7,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moebius,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Sonics,
Minny Pops,
The Red Krayola,
Man Parrish,
Blossom Toes,
Roxette,
Avey Tare,
David Axelrod,
Deadbeat,
The Fortunes,
Dennis Brown,
One Last Wish,
Index,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Iggy Pop,
Section 25,
Sparks,
The Cure,
Underground Resistance,
Freddie Wadling,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lalann,
Gong,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.