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 Albania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 10cc to the grunge 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Beau Brummels,
Japan,
The Star Department,
Aloha Tigers,
Nils Olav,
Yellowson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sexual Harrassment,
Panda Bear,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric Dolphy,
Dead Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Joe Finger,
Aural Exciters,
Schoolly D,
Cal Tjader,
Flash Fearless,
Quadrant,
Sixth Finger,
Gregory Isaacs,
New York Dolls,
Masters at Work,
Pagans,
Cluster,
Television Personalities,
The Music Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Pretty Things,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mars,
Wire,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Symarip,
Unwound,
Mark Hollis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
T. Rex,
Pantytec,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
CMW,
Livin' Joy,
Amon Düül II,
The Litter,
Vainqueur,
Nas,
The Durutti Column,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ronan,
Tears for Fears,
Index,
Bauhaus,
The Happenings,
Zapp,
Ohio Players,
Al Stewart,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quando Quango,
Leonard Cohen,
Anakelly,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.