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 Bhutan and from Accra.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 CBGB's.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
David Axelrod,
Gastr Del Sol,
New Age Steppers,
The Birthday Party,
the Bar-Kays,
The Zeros,
Susan Cadogan,
Davy DMX,
The Walker Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joyce Sims,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Starr,
June Days,
The Monks,
The Red Krayola,
Pierre Henry,
Mantronix,
The Seeds,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed,
The Fall,
The American Breed,
Bauhaus,
Chrome,
Loose Ends,
the Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lyres,
Motorama,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brass Construction,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Buckinghams,
X-Ray Spex,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultravox,
Visage,
Schoolly D,
Charles Mingus,
New Order,
Model 500,
Massinfluence,
Funkadelic,
Man Eating Sloth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Accadde A,
Minutemen,
Pulsallama,
Guru Guru,
MC5,
Public Enemy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gun Club,
Vladislav Delay,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pussy Galore,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.