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 Colombia and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Fatback Band to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Groovy Waters,
X-102,
John Foxx,
Deadbeat,
Warren Ellis,
Bill Near,
Massinfluence,
The Leaves,
The Associates,
The Vogues,
The Smiths,
Cameo,
E-Dancer,
Suicide,
Jeff Lynne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cal Tjader,
Franke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dorothy Ashby,
Anakelly,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Swell Maps,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Davy DMX,
The Slackers,
The Monochrome Set,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Inner City,
Eric Copeland,
Erasure,
Wings,
Goldenarms,
Nas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Television,
a-ha,
Hasil Adkins,
Bauhaus,
Country Teasers,
Suburban Knight,
Donald Byrd,
The Gladiators,
Sam Rivers,
Mad Mike,
The United States of America,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Womack,
Barbara Tucker,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Youth Brigade,
This Heat,
Section 25,
Rufus Thomas,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.