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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Man Parrish to the disco 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scott Walker,
Lightning Bolt,
Mission of Burma,
John Lydon,
Ituana,
Albert Ayler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Duran Duran,
Khruangbin,
The Remains,
Television,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Davy DMX,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Count Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Velvet Underground,
Delon & Dalcan,
Zero Boys,
Excepter,
Peter & Gordon,
Silicon Teens,
The Vogues,
The Music Machine,
Unwound,
The Angels of Light,
The Monochrome Set,
Marine Girls,
Von Mondo,
Ultravox,
The Busters,
Skriet,
Black Flag,
Public Image Ltd.,
Negative Approach,
Eden Ahbez,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radio Birdman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Motions,
Wire,
the Swans,
Mantronix,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tommy Roe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quantec,
X-102,
Glenn Branca,
K-Klass,
Jacques Brel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lakeside,
Soul II Soul,
The Human League,
Mandrill,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.