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 Spokane.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Slave to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
cv313,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Golliwogs,
The Offenders,
Drexciya,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joe Smooth,
Barbara Tucker,
Procol Harum,
Minor Threat,
Scientists,
The Trojans,
The Monochrome Set,
Cameo,
Kayak,
Buzzcocks,
The Martian,
The Barracudas,
Crooked Eye,
Echospace,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bill Wells,
Bill Near,
Mandrill,
Unwound,
Popol Vuh,
Ossler,
The Selecter,
John Coltrane,
the Swans,
Joe Finger,
Alice Coltrane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ludus,
Nirvana,
The United States of America,
The Techniques,
Neu!,
Nils Olav,
Guru Guru,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Faust,
Supertramp,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Green,
Quantec,
Ice-T,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pere Ubu,
Gichy Dan,
B.T. Express,
Lakeside,
Rotary Connection,
Excepter,
New Order,
Von Mondo,
Saccharine Trust,
The J.B.'s,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultra Naté,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.