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 Canada and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 The Buckinghams to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Minnie Riperton,
the Germs,
Connie Case,
Janne Schatter,
Dawn Penn,
Television,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eden Ahbez,
Ludus,
New Age Steppers,
The Names,
Hot Snakes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter & Gordon,
Alison Limerick,
Ronnie Foster,
Wings,
Roxette,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Von Mondo,
Circle Jerks,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Bananas,
Aswad,
New York Dolls,
Pussy Galore,
Ten City,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sixth Finger,
Suburban Knight,
Black Pus,
Joyce Sims,
Jacques Brel,
Underground Resistance,
The Fuzztones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moby Grape,
Lalann,
Average White Band,
Khruangbin,
Section 25,
Vladislav Delay,
Bill Near,
Schoolly D,
Crash Course in Science,
Gichy Dan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Electric Prunes,
Ohio Players,
The Fire Engines,
The Offenders,
Can,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dead C,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Stooges,
H. Thieme,
Ultravox,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cymande,
F. McDonald,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.