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 Paraguay and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 The Monks 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Joe Smooth,
The Mojo Men,
kango's stein massive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Infiniti,
Brick,
MC5,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bad Manners,
Warsaw,
The Human League,
Amon Düül II,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vladislav Delay,
Rotary Connection,
Quando Quango,
Japan,
Tom Boy,
Godley & Creme,
Camberwell Now,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lucky Dragons,
The Seeds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The New Christs,
Prince Buster,
Erasure,
Glenn Branca,
Peter & Gordon,
Faraquet,
ABBA,
Pussy Galore,
Bizarre Inc.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ituana,
the Association,
The Fire Engines,
The Techniques,
Gong,
Curtis Mayfield,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camouflage,
Eurythmics,
The Moleskins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Reuben Wilson,
Iggy Pop,
Mission of Burma,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Desert Stars,
Animal Collective,
the Bar-Kays,
The Music Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Make Up,
Flipper,
Porter Ricks,
Grey Daturas,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.