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 Spain and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Agitation Free,
Frankie Knuckles,
Funky Four + One,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Janne Schatter,
Bang On A Can,
Wolf Eyes,
Alison Limerick,
Moss Icon,
Tommy Roe,
The Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy,
The Fugs,
the Normal,
The Golliwogs,
Excepter,
Roger Hodgson,
Fugazi,
DJ Style,
Soul II Soul,
Sandy B,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Archie Shepp,
Yazoo,
Glenn Branca,
Sun City Girls,
Das Ding,
Tom Boy,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Starr,
Amon Düül,
Whodini,
Accadde A,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Spandau Ballet,
Skriet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flash Fearless,
Newcleus,
Alphaville,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Altered Images,
Dead Boys,
AZ,
Section 25,
The Gladiators,
Urselle,
Robert Hood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barrington Levy,
The Toasters,
The Blackbyrds,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Holt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Residents,
Pagans,
Jacob Miller,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.