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 Antigua and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Black Moon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Skaos,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drexciya,
Roxette,
Con Funk Shun,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eli Mardock,
The Modern Lovers,
Reagan Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
OOIOO,
F. McDonald,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eden Ahbez,
Popol Vuh,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Television Personalities,
48th St. Collective,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed,
The Gun Club,
The Durutti Column,
Can,
Sam Rivers,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cure,
Deakin,
The United States of America,
K-Klass,
Swans,
Unrelated Segments,
Bronski Beat,
Magma,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Flag,
Buzzcocks,
The Searchers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Blackbyrds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bootsy Collins,
Stiv Bators,
Steve Hackett,
Ultravox,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minnie Riperton,
A Certain Ratio,
Ossler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Excepter,
Rekid,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-102,
Roxy Music,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.