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 Oman and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gichy Dan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Nils Olav,
Fear,
Soft Machine,
Tim Buckley,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vainqueur,
Metal Thangz,
Brass Construction,
The Slackers,
Fela Kuti,
Saccharine Trust,
The Pretty Things,
Joe Smooth,
Wings,
Jandek,
kango's stein massive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Das Ding,
Barbara Tucker,
David Bowie,
Simply Red,
Q and Not U,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camouflage,
Blake Baxter,
Motorama,
Harry Pussy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Beau Brummels,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
T. Rex,
The Offenders,
The Toasters,
Barry Ungar,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
Eddi Front,
Visage,
Public Enemy,
Fad Gadget,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sällskapet,
The Stooges,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mr. Review,
Massinfluence,
Drive Like Jehu,
T.S.O.L.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Henry Cow,
Alphaville,
Royal Trux,
Basic Channel,
June of 44,
Liliput,
New Order,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Donny Hathaway,
Delta 5,
Moby Grape,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.