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 Bhutan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kayak to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Al Stewart,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DNA,
Lou Reed,
Brick,
OOIOO,
Funkadelic,
Rites of Spring,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ossler,
Gang Starr,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronan,
The Fuzztones,
Black Sheep,
T.S.O.L.,
X-102,
Ludus,
PIL,
Trumans Water,
World's Most,
Michelle Simonal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bad Manners,
Ken Boothe,
Bootsy Collins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Almond,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pylon,
Bang On A Can,
Marine Girls,
T. Rex,
Patti Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
FM Einheit,
the Sonics,
Tubeway Army,
Boogie Down Productions,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Move,
Agent Orange,
the Association,
Gang of Four,
These Immortal Souls,
X-Ray Spex,
One Last Wish,
Alphaville,
Wasted Youth,
LL Cool J,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Au Pairs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Reuben Wilson,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker,
Newcleus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nik Kershaw,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.