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 Micronesia and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Piero Umiliani,
Sonic Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Alarm Clocks,
The United States of America,
Fluxion,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Blackbyrds,
Sex Pistols,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Derrick Morgan,
Kayak,
Saccharine Trust,
Index,
Quantec,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fear,
Angry Samoans,
Sarah Menescal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Cale,
The Cowsills,
Can,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Byrd,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Last Poets,
Henry Cow,
China Crisis,
Rosa Yemen,
The Motions,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dirtbombs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Youth Brigade,
Arcadia,
Heaven 17,
James White and The Blacks,
Adolescents,
Eden Ahbez,
Amon Düül,
Severed Heads,
Lucky Dragons,
Desert Stars,
Patti Smith,
Tomorrow,
Flipper,
The Divine Comedy,
Slick Rick,
The Slackers,
Sister Nancy,
R.M.O.,
DJ Style,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.