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 Marshall Islands and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Subhumans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Zero Boys,
Excepter,
Sonic Youth,
Icehouse,
Marc Almond,
The Golliwogs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minnie Riperton,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wasted Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Warren Ellis,
Sam Rivers,
Desert Stars,
The Count Five,
Duran Duran,
The Buckinghams,
Fluxion,
Flash Fearless,
Ludus,
Hasil Adkins,
Popol Vuh,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camberwell Now,
Average White Band,
Infiniti,
FM Einheit,
Cluster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Grass Roots,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eli Mardock,
Roy Ayers,
Urselle,
Fad Gadget,
The Detroit Cobras,
Piero Umiliani,
Depeche Mode,
Model 500,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dawn Penn,
The Offenders,
The Slits,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Gabor Szabo,
Pole,
The Fuzztones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radio Birdman,
Erykah Badu,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.