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 Algeria and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 F. McDonald to the dance 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Max Romeo,
a-ha,
Symarip,
48th St. Collective,
Porter Ricks,
Jerry's Kids,
Subhumans,
Camouflage,
Howard Jones,
The Angels of Light,
Bill Near,
F. McDonald,
Minny Pops,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
CMW,
World's Most,
Sugar Minott,
EPMD,
Dead Boys,
John Coltrane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Laurel Aitken,
the Fania All-Stars,
Section 25,
the Association,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mad Mike,
Whodini,
Black Pus,
Morten Harket,
The Mummies,
Basic Channel,
Jacob Miller,
Byron Stingily,
Kaleidoscope,
The Skatalites,
Cymande,
Tubeway Army,
Funky Four + One,
Motorama,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun City Girls,
Monolake,
Gichy Dan,
Amon Düül,
Public Enemy,
Scientists,
Wire,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Holt,
Excepter,
cv313,
Deakin,
Ten City,
Essential Logic,
The Index,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.