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 Tonga and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Pierre Henry to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Hoover,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Slits,
The Smiths,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Soulsonic Force,
Spoonie Gee,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Duran Duran,
The Trojans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Goldenarms,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ossler,
The Wake,
The Knickerbockers,
Chris & Cosey,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jandek,
Oblivians,
The United States of America,
Minutemen,
Underground Resistance,
Easy Going,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grey Daturas,
DJ Style,
Inner City,
the Normal,
The Electric Prunes,
Sugar Minott,
Marine Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Crash Course in Science,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric Copeland,
Anakelly,
Livin' Joy,
Funky Four + One,
MDC,
Alison Limerick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rod Modell,
Eurythmics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yellowson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Johnny Clarke,
Bad Manners,
Bluetip,
The Victims,
Q and Not U,
Gang Gang Dance,
Depeche Mode,
The Dirtbombs,
Arab on Radar,
Agent Orange,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.