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 Belgium and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Television to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Josef K,
Anakelly,
the Human League,
E-Dancer,
John Foxx,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Victims,
Subhumans,
Blancmange,
Minor Threat,
Tears for Fears,
Inner City,
The Angels of Light,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cheater Slicks,
Yazoo,
Television,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
OOIOO,
Kool Moe Dee,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moby Grape,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thompson Twins,
Massinfluence,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Walker Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Laurel Aitken,
Deakin,
Q and Not U,
Scan 7,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harry Pussy,
Porter Ricks,
Jimmy McGriff,
David McCallum,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bob Dylan,
The Motions,
The Black Dice,
Procol Harum,
The Fortunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Names,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sällskapet,
the Germs,
DNA,
Nirvana,
Sarah Menescal,
Simply Red,
Erasure,
Skriet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Swans,
Absolute Body Control,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.