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 Singapore and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 Aloha Tigers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Unwound,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Donny Hathaway,
Minnie Riperton,
The Angels of Light,
The Durutti Column,
The Grass Roots,
The Count Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Sonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kenny Larkin,
The Names,
Roxy Music,
Flamin' Groovies,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
B.T. Express,
OOIOO,
Nico,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fugs,
The Moody Blues,
Sandy B,
Grauzone,
Tres Demented,
Pylon,
Section 25,
Peter & Gordon,
Simply Red,
U.S. Maple,
The Kinks,
Don Cherry,
Laurel Aitken,
Andrew Hill,
Ultravox,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camberwell Now,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pere Ubu,
Japan,
The Walker Brothers,
The Black Dice,
John Lydon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Donald Byrd,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wire,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Doors,
Eddi Front,
Connie Case,
Hot Snakes,
Electric Prunes,
The Standells,
Marine Girls,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.