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 Belarus and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 The Red Krayola to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Pet Shop Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Hashim,
Spandau Ballet,
Terry Callier,
Banda Bassotti,
The Busters,
The Sound,
David Axelrod,
Lebanon Hanover,
Talk Talk,
John Foxx,
Tres Demented,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Janne Schatter,
Althea and Donna,
Dual Sessions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Human League,
Lalo Schifrin,
Agitation Free,
X-102,
Lucky Dragons,
Joe Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deadbeat,
Eurythmics,
Lou Christie,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Bar-Kays,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun City Girls,
The Happenings,
Robert Wyatt,
Visage,
Cheater Slicks,
The Pretty Things,
Sixth Finger,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Saccharine Trust,
OOIOO,
Trumans Water,
Barclay James Harvest,
The New Christs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Beau Brummels,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Funkadelic,
Groovy Waters,
Scientists,
EPMD,
Iggy Pop,
Average White Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Roy Ayers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.