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 Sweden and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Roxy Music to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
AZ,
New York Dolls,
Moss Icon,
Sixth Finger,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Howard Jones,
Lucky Dragons,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Make Up,
Wasted Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
EPMD,
Ultimate Spinach,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sound,
Aural Exciters,
The Gap Band,
Niagra,
The Birthday Party,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Au Pairs,
Alphaville,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Matthew Bourne,
Camberwell Now,
Stetsasonic,
Eric Dolphy,
Glambeats Corp.,
KRS-One,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Second Layer,
Lou Christie,
Loose Ends,
Lalann,
Circle Jerks,
Eden Ahbez,
The Five Americans,
Con Funk Shun,
Skriet,
The New Christs,
Laurel Aitken,
Magma,
H. Thieme,
Kayak,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Byrd,
Judy Mowatt,
John Holt,
The Doors,
La Düsseldorf,
Eurythmics,
The Velvet Underground,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DNA,
The Saints,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie 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.