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 Marshall Islands and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the punk 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Popol Vuh,
Vladislav Delay,
Kaleidoscope,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gories,
Freddie Wadling,
The Music Machine,
Franke,
Organ,
Tres Demented,
The Knickerbockers,
Roger Hodgson,
Blake Baxter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sunsets and Hearts,
June of 44,
LL Cool J,
Funky Four + One,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Foxx,
Loose Ends,
Maurizio,
Bauhaus,
Fad Gadget,
Lakeside,
Television Personalities,
Zapp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Invisible,
Peter & Gordon,
the Human League,
Circle Jerks,
10cc,
Marc Almond,
Sexual Harrassment,
The New Christs,
The Cowsills,
Janne Schatter,
The Gladiators,
Siglo XX,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mars,
Fela Kuti,
Electric Prunes,
Cluster,
Amon Düül,
Matthew Halsall,
The Trojans,
The Red Krayola,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minor Threat,
Cheater Slicks,
The Birthday Party,
Cal Tjader,
The Fall,
Schoolly D,
The Young Rascals,
Shoche,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.