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 Bolivia and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Hasil Adkins to the grunge 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
The Cramps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wolf Eyes,
The Monochrome Set,
Arab on Radar,
Khruangbin,
The Fire Engines,
Desert Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Beau Brummels,
Theoretical Girls,
Jacques Brel,
T.S.O.L.,
Roxette,
Eric B and Rakim,
Todd Rundgren,
Connie Case,
T. Rex,
Marvin Gaye,
Lakeside,
Urselle,
Minor Threat,
Glenn Branca,
The Young Rascals,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Busters,
Surgeon,
Bauhaus,
World's Most,
Anthony Braxton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thompson Twins,
Joey Negro,
Joyce Sims,
Faraquet,
Cluster,
Eric Copeland,
The Sonics,
Accadde A,
Josef K,
Eurythmics,
The Searchers,
Mars,
The Count Five,
Grauzone,
Maleditus Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Alphaville,
Section 25,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dark Day,
Arthur Verocai,
Tres Demented,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Easy Going,
Rotary Connection,
AZ,
LL Cool J,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Görl,
X-102,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.