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 Djibouti and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 MC5 to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Jeff Lynne,
Unwound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tears for Fears,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oblivians,
Excepter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aaron Thompson,
Ludus,
The Happenings,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deepchord,
Matthew Bourne,
Crooked Eye,
Ossler,
the Soft Cell,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kerri Chandler,
Erasure,
Reagan Youth,
Harmonia,
The Music Machine,
Niagra,
Marvin Gaye,
The Busters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grey Daturas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Christie,
Sandy B,
Oneida,
Dark Day,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Count Five,
Quadrant,
Pylon,
The Fortunes,
Parry Music,
X-101,
Bush Tetras,
The Wake,
Funky Four + One,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roxette,
The Blackbyrds,
Yaz,
John Foxx,
Black Flag,
Smog,
Sex Pistols,
The Move,
The Moody Blues,
Amazonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angry Samoans,
The Index,
Ultra Naté,
R.M.O.,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.