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 Comoros and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Procol Harum to the punk 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Intrusion,
The Golliwogs,
The Victims,
Metal Thangz,
Buzzcocks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Bananas,
Black Sheep,
Freddie Wadling,
Kayak,
The Monks,
Michelle Simonal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joyce Sims,
Hardrive,
The Cowsills,
Youth Brigade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Motions,
Jeff Mills,
Wally Richardson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Godley & Creme,
Half Japanese,
Spandau Ballet,
Make Up,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terry Callier,
Vladislav Delay,
Donny Hathaway,
The Happenings,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nick Fraelich,
Moebius,
The Saints,
Nils Olav,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jawbox,
Harmonia,
the Slits,
The Cure,
Black Pus,
Circle Jerks,
Radiohead,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bad Manners,
Brick,
Tubeway Army,
The Count Five,
The Fall,
Rufus Thomas,
10cc,
Jerry's Kids,
Erykah Badu,
Carl Craig,
The Leaves,
Reagan Youth,
Sam Rivers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.