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 Spain and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Make Up to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Selecter,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Association,
Radiopuhelimet,
Subhumans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Donald Byrd,
Desert Stars,
The Raincoats,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
F. McDonald,
Neu!,
Marc Almond,
The Knickerbockers,
Grey Daturas,
Thompson Twins,
Eric B and Rakim,
In Retrospect,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
World's Most,
Eddi Front,
Johnny Clarke,
Deakin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Wake,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Letta Mbulu,
Sällskapet,
Connie Case,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-102,
Oneida,
Bronski Beat,
Porter Ricks,
Ponytail,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun City Girls,
Main Source,
Crime,
Trumans Water,
Terry Callier,
Todd Rundgren,
The Grass Roots,
The Dead C,
Chrome,
Faraquet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed,
Franke,
Lakeside,
Derrick May,
Steve Hackett,
The Evens,
Barry Ungar,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nirvana,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.