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 Taiwan and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 crunk 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moody Blues,
Masters at Work,
Eden Ahbez,
Cecil Taylor,
Toni Rubio,
Yusef Lateef,
Franke,
David Bowie,
The Vogues,
Crime,
Moss Icon,
Cluster,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cure,
Idris Muhammad,
Marmalade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Green,
The Fall,
DNA,
Goldenarms,
The Residents,
A Certain Ratio,
The Searchers,
Theoretical Girls,
Royal Trux,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric Dolphy,
Michelle Simonal,
The Last Poets,
Eric Copeland,
The Leaves,
Stockholm Monsters,
Smog,
Crash Course in Science,
The Black Dice,
Organ,
the Swans,
Guru Guru,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nik Kershaw,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
The Motions,
Kerri Chandler,
Ornette Coleman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wire,
E-Dancer,
Magma,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moebius,
Barbara Tucker,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Moleskins,
Qualms,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.