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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Magma to the techno 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Bootsy Collins,
Mo-Dettes,
Mad Mike,
Lou Christie,
Fear,
The Divine Comedy,
Underground Resistance,
Dark Day,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Delta 5,
Panda Bear,
Index,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lalann,
Crispian St. Peters,
Freddie Wadling,
Iggy Pop,
The Alarm Clocks,
James White and The Blacks,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Byron Stingily,
The Cowsills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Simply Red,
Newcleus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wally Richardson,
Bill Wells,
Qualms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Intrusion,
Todd Rundgren,
Cluster,
Trumans Water,
The Gap Band,
Section 25,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tim Buckley,
Lightning Bolt,
Heaven 17,
Jandek,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gastr Del Sol,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeff Mills,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Metal Thangz,
U.S. Maple,
Bad Manners,
Mandrill,
Spoonie Gee,
Nik Kershaw,
The Moody Blues,
Reuben Wilson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hashim,
Leonard Cohen,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.