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 Vanuatu and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 Delta 5 to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Duran Duran,
Chrome,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dead Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Eric Dolphy,
The Techniques,
One Last Wish,
Swans,
Bronski Beat,
ABC,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Michelle Simonal,
Nico,
Johnny Osbourne,
Buzzcocks,
Cheater Slicks,
Hot Snakes,
Panda Bear,
Negative Approach,
The Divine Comedy,
Nirvana,
Alton Ellis,
Hasil Adkins,
Fad Gadget,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Hood,
Kayak,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eli Mardock,
Sarah Menescal,
Surgeon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stereo Dub,
Rekid,
Quantec,
PIL,
Bobby Byrd,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chris Corsano,
Slick Rick,
Nik Kershaw,
Essential Logic,
Black Flag,
Agitation Free,
The Flesh Eaters,
ABBA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Toni Rubio,
Deepchord,
Quando Quango,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Litter,
Neu!,
Popol Vuh,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sight & Sound,
Scott Walker,
The Fortunes,
The Stooges,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.