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 Palau and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 Mary Jane Girls to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cramps,
Funky Four + One,
Donald Byrd,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soft Cell,
The Raincoats,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Nils Olav,
The Five Americans,
The Moody Blues,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-Ray Spex,
Scratch Acid,
Loose Ends,
Ohio Players,
Motorama,
Althea and Donna,
Ponytail,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Standells,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Zeros,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scion,
Bootsy Collins,
Harry Pussy,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sound,
The Mummies,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nick Fraelich,
Colin Newman,
The Fortunes,
Marmalade,
Stetsasonic,
The Barracudas,
Leonard Cohen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lalo Schifrin,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül II,
Aural Exciters,
One Last Wish,
Tubeway Army,
Sparks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Henry Cow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Animal Collective,
CMW,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
UT,
Severed Heads,
Boogie Down Productions,
Silicon Teens,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.