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 Barbados and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Loose Ends to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Jawbox,
The Sonics,
Erykah Badu,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fuzztones,
Nas,
Babytalk,
The Monochrome Set,
Rosa Yemen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-101,
The Kinks,
Bob Dylan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skarface,
Swell Maps,
Marine Girls,
The Fortunes,
The Music Machine,
Nico,
Massinfluence,
Radio Birdman,
Adolescents,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pantytec,
Technova,
The Pop Group,
Spandau Ballet,
The Human League,
The Victims,
New Order,
Roy Ayers,
Wally Richardson,
Toni Rubio,
Pantaleimon,
Little Man,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Martian,
The Cowsills,
Amon Düül II,
Amazonics,
L. Decosne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Foxx,
Erasure,
Television Personalities,
Nils Olav,
Lower 48,
EPMD,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Toasters,
Rakim,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gun Club,
Thompson Twins,
Sam Rivers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.