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 Tunisia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 the Bar-Kays to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Easy Going,
Q and Not U,
Quadrant,
Lee Hazlewood,
Iggy Pop,
Rekid,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Unrelated Segments,
Saccharine Trust,
The New Christs,
Harpers Bizarre,
kango's stein massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sister Nancy,
10cc,
Slave,
Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gichy Dan,
Joyce Sims,
LL Cool J,
The Durutti Column,
Amon Düül II,
Faust,
Delta 5,
Pussy Galore,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Pop Group,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soul II Soul,
Quantec,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Martian,
Henry Cow,
Faraquet,
The Last Poets,
The Birthday Party,
T.S.O.L.,
Scott Walker,
Ornette Coleman,
L. Decosne,
Wings,
Sonic Youth,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Average White Band,
Japan,
The Invisible,
KRS-One,
CMW,
X-102,
Roxette,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Christie,
Blake Baxter,
Derrick Morgan,
Subhumans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fear,
Crash Course in Science,
Severed Heads,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.