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 Colombia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Lalann,
Rakim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Funky Four + One,
Rekid,
Joyce Sims,
Das Ding,
Von Mondo,
The J.B.'s,
World's Most,
Crispian St. Peters,
MDC,
10cc,
Index,
The Associates,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Cale,
E-Dancer,
Toni Rubio,
Roxette,
Livin' Joy,
Yusef Lateef,
The American Breed,
Grey Daturas,
Audionom,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camberwell Now,
PIL,
Faust,
Freddie Wadling,
Shuggie Otis,
Sister Nancy,
Franke,
Fluxion,
Panda Bear,
Jawbox,
Junior Murvin,
Peter and Kerry,
X-101,
Barbara Tucker,
Nick Fraelich,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eddi Front,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pere Ubu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Qualms,
The Divine Comedy,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric Copeland,
Section 25,
Los Fastidios,
Derrick May,
Unrelated Segments,
a-ha,
Laurel Aitken,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.