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 Russia and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Au Pairs,
Essential Logic,
Panda Bear,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Sneak,
The Count Five,
Dawn Penn,
Can,
Parry Music,
CMW,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Letta Mbulu,
Babytalk,
The Gladiators,
Al Stewart,
Surgeon,
Skriet,
Excepter,
Flash Fearless,
Goldenarms,
The Gap Band,
Country Teasers,
The Cure,
Section 25,
Danielle Patucci,
Accadde A,
Gang of Four,
Connie Case,
Average White Band,
T. Rex,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Man Parrish,
The Offenders,
Crime,
Lou Christie,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aural Exciters,
AZ,
Brothers Johnson,
MDC,
Carl Craig,
Jacques Brel,
Harmonia,
kango's stein massive,
Subhumans,
Nick Fraelich,
The Tremeloes,
In Retrospect,
Sex Pistols,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Das Ding,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Michelle Simonal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Associates,
The Wake,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boredoms,
Thompson Twins,
Albert Ayler,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.