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 Serbia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Frankie Knuckles,
DNA,
Lou Christie,
Fluxion,
Rod Modell,
Mandrill,
John Holt,
Derrick May,
Chris Corsano,
10cc,
Idris Muhammad,
Marcia Griffiths,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Litter,
Groovy Waters,
Dawn Penn,
Interpol,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sparks,
Dual Sessions,
Metal Thangz,
Ohio Players,
Pole,
OOIOO,
Inner City,
Japan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Talk Talk,
Mad Mike,
Mantronix,
Rekid,
Von Mondo,
Eddi Front,
U.S. Maple,
Michelle Simonal,
The Selecter,
Absolute Body Control,
Babytalk,
Scan 7,
the Germs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neu!,
The Velvet Underground,
Massinfluence,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nirvana,
Sun Ra,
Pierre Henry,
Monks,
Aloha Tigers,
The Stooges,
Funkadelic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ten City,
Marmalade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marc Almond,
Hoover,
Q and Not U,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.