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 Palau and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
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 snare 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 Pere Ubu to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Mantronix,
Easy Going,
Eli Mardock,
Deepchord,
Whodini,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Victims,
the Slits,
Minny Pops,
Main Source,
kango's stein massive,
The Cramps,
the Bar-Kays,
Roger Hodgson,
Dave Gahan,
Liliput,
Loose Ends,
The Fall,
H. Thieme,
David McCallum,
Basic Channel,
the Sonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rekid,
Spoonie Gee,
The Shadows of Knight,
Zero Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Johnny Clarke,
the Germs,
The Cure,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nick Fraelich,
UT,
Public Image Ltd.,
Reuben Wilson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Suicide,
the Soft Cell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bill Wells,
Joyce Sims,
Country Teasers,
Depeche Mode,
Hot Snakes,
Dual Sessions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Echospace,
Charles Mingus,
Scientists,
Amon Düül II,
Grey Daturas,
Rufus Thomas,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.