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 Poland and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
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 spring reverb 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 Jeru the Damaja to the rock 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Banda Bassotti,
Silicon Teens,
Essential Logic,
Darondo,
Technova,
Freddie Wadling,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sandy B,
Joensuu 1685,
JFA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jandek,
Blancmange,
Icehouse,
The New Christs,
Peter and Kerry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Nils Olav,
Bob Dylan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Johnny Clarke,
Lindisfarne,
This Heat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mantronix,
Intrusion,
F. McDonald,
Index,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
KRS-One,
The Trojans,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Last Poets,
Aloha Tigers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Görl,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Q and Not U,
Barrington Levy,
The Fortunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soft Cell,
Cymande,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arab on Radar,
Metal Thangz,
Minor Threat,
B.T. Express,
The Motions,
EPMD,
The Gun Club,
Flash Fearless,
Can,
Ohio Players,
The Golliwogs,
Derrick May,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.