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 Saudi Arabia and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the grunge 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Moby Grape,
The Dirtbombs,
Harpers Bizarre,
CMW,
Joyce Sims,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Doors,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joe Smooth,
The Sonics,
Chrome,
Crooked Eye,
Quadrant,
Kaleidoscope,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Sheep,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Urselle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eden Ahbez,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-Ray Spex,
MDC,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Residents,
The Last Poets,
Throbbing Gristle,
Iggy Pop,
The Divine Comedy,
Leonard Cohen,
The Monks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bob Dylan,
Monolake,
The Monochrome Set,
Saccharine Trust,
PIL,
Mo-Dettes,
China Crisis,
Mandrill,
Supertramp,
Cameo,
Pagans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chris & Cosey,
Cecil Taylor,
Hashim,
Warren Ellis,
Peter & Gordon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Laurel Aitken,
H. Thieme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
E-Dancer,
Nik Kershaw,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.