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 Namibia and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Dual Sessions to the disco 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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
R.M.O.,
Main Source,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Finger,
The Index,
John Foxx,
World's Most,
Scan 7,
Chrome,
Bad Manners,
Heaven 17,
Kayak,
Ultra Naté,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Searchers,
UT,
China Crisis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mark Hollis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Holt,
a-ha,
Eddi Front,
The Sonics,
Nils Olav,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Flag,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
CMW,
Anakelly,
Television,
The Golliwogs,
Darondo,
John Lydon,
Thompson Twins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Agent Orange,
Angry Samoans,
Hot Snakes,
Lakeside,
The Raincoats,
Oneida,
Zero Boys,
Gong,
Roger Hodgson,
JFA,
Faust,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Charles Mingus,
Eli Mardock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fire Engines,
The Fuzztones,
Rekid,
Ituana,
The Seeds,
DNA,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.