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 Switzerland and from London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Real Kids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masters at Work,
Black Sheep,
Rekid,
Accadde A,
8 Eyed Spy,
Shoche,
The Buckinghams,
The Electric Prunes,
Minnie Riperton,
Moebius,
Pantaleimon,
F. McDonald,
Gang Green,
Bill Near,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Circle Jerks,
John Holt,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Wake,
The Mojo Men,
The Durutti Column,
Animal Collective,
Pole,
Sex Pistols,
The Blackbyrds,
Tim Buckley,
the Slits,
Cecil Taylor,
Funky Four + One,
The Cramps,
Idris Muhammad,
Ponytail,
Monolake,
Black Pus,
Little Man,
Massinfluence,
the Sonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Scan 7,
Scion,
Barrington Levy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Iggy Pop,
Ituana,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blancmange,
Rotary Connection,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Althea and Donna,
The Moleskins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arthur Verocai,
Index,
Oblivians,
Michelle Simonal,
Dawn Penn,
Brick,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.