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 Slovakia and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 The Star Department to the rock 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Mission of Burma,
Wings,
Wire,
Pulsallama,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sonics,
Banda Bassotti,
PIL,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Bananas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eli Mardock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yazoo,
Lou Christie,
Dennis Brown,
cv313,
Robert Wyatt,
Rapeman,
Index,
Brothers Johnson,
Joey Negro,
The Victims,
Pantytec,
The Knickerbockers,
AZ,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Patti Smith,
ABC,
The Blues Magoos,
The Young Rascals,
The Grass Roots,
Grandmaster Flash,
Intrusion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fuzztones,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fortunes,
Byron Stingily,
Yellowson,
Colin Newman,
Dave Gahan,
The Barracudas,
Kurtis Blow,
The Techniques,
Steve Hackett,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blancmange,
Royal Trux,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
Sister Nancy,
Bootsy Collins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cowsills,
John Foxx,
Slave,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Connie Case,
It's A Beautiful Day,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.