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 Lebanon and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Glenn Branca to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
The Music Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marshall Jefferson,
Laurel Aitken,
The Alarm Clocks,
June Days,
Kas Product,
Gang of Four,
Judy Mowatt,
Outsiders,
Derrick May,
Minny Pops,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
48th St. Collective,
Qualms,
Sonic Youth,
The Martian,
Cymande,
The Blues Magoos,
These Immortal Souls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alphaville,
Roy Ayers,
Supertramp,
Siglo XX,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nils Olav,
Gang Starr,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mad Mike,
Hot Snakes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ten City,
The Victims,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeff Mills,
Fugazi,
Country Joe & The Fish,
ABBA,
Tim Buckley,
Black Pus,
Japan,
Max Romeo,
China Crisis,
Funky Four + One,
Moebius,
Cybotron,
Lou Christie,
The Seeds,
Angry Samoans,
Simply Red,
Tubeway Army,
Matthew Halsall,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sparks,
Warren Ellis,
Lower 48,
Ronnie Foster,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.