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 Malawi and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Technova to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
The Buckinghams,
Crime,
Hashim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yazoo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
James White and The Blacks,
Stetsasonic,
Soft Machine,
Lakeside,
a-ha,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jacob Miller,
Archie Shepp,
Monolake,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Smoke,
Sight & Sound,
Neu!,
Lower 48,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
A Certain Ratio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Matthew Halsall,
Skriet,
Kevin Saunderson,
kango's stein massive,
Agitation Free,
Sound Behaviour,
Make Up,
DJ Style,
48th St. Collective,
Al Stewart,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Five Americans,
The Move,
Severed Heads,
Aloha Tigers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Unwound,
World's Most,
The Neon Judgement,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare,
The Golliwogs,
Alphaville,
B.T. Express,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Royal Trux,
The Evens,
Lalo Schifrin,
MC5,
Kerri Chandler,
Eddi Front,
Fear,
Second Layer,
Television,
10cc,
Liliput,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.