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 Korea South and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Music Machine to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Gong,
Bauhaus,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joey Negro,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Byrd,
Derrick Morgan,
World's Most,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roy Ayers,
Qualms,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cowsills,
Nirvana,
Dead Boys,
E-Dancer,
The Smiths,
Morten Harket,
The Dirtbombs,
Minor Threat,
Sonic Youth,
Skriet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pere Ubu,
Groovy Waters,
Stiv Bators,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rotary Connection,
Simply Red,
Davy DMX,
EPMD,
Man Eating Sloth,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Sheep,
The Dave Clark Five,
Heaven 17,
Grandmaster Flash,
Janne Schatter,
Little Man,
Byron Stingily,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lower 48,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dawn Penn,
Excepter,
The Buckinghams,
The Sonics,
The Slits,
Brass Construction,
Stetsasonic,
The Monochrome Set,
Theoretical Girls,
Masters at Work,
Man Parrish,
Ultra Naté,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.