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 Kazakhstan and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 8 Eyed Spy to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Maurizio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deakin,
Ken Boothe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roxy Music,
Accadde A,
Sonic Youth,
R.M.O.,
The Music Machine,
Zapp,
Vladislav Delay,
Joe Smooth,
David Axelrod,
Black Bananas,
Crime,
cv313,
Tommy Roe,
The Fall,
Franke,
Scientists,
Bobby Sherman,
Au Pairs,
Sixth Finger,
Pagans,
The Barracudas,
The Gories,
Monks,
the Association,
Rod Modell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Leonard Cohen,
Morten Harket,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeff Mills,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nik Kershaw,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ponytail,
The Birthday Party,
Depeche Mode,
Average White Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mojo Men,
Shoche,
John Lydon,
Slave,
Youth Brigade,
JFA,
Q and Not U,
The Dirtbombs,
Alton Ellis,
Bauhaus,
Hot Snakes,
Jerry's Kids,
Brass Construction,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.