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 Portugal and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 R.M.O. to the disco 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Guru Guru,
The Fuzztones,
The Cure,
The Music Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
Accadde A,
Deadbeat,
Nick Fraelich,
the Association,
Eli Mardock,
Wings,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Section 25,
U.S. Maple,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Althea and Donna,
The Smoke,
Soft Machine,
Soft Cell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dark Day,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barrington Levy,
Model 500,
The Residents,
Suburban Knight,
Inner City,
One Last Wish,
Tim Buckley,
Bauhaus,
The Searchers,
Bobby Byrd,
Country Teasers,
Massinfluence,
The Litter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boredoms,
Kas Product,
Don Cherry,
Todd Terry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Index,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
These Immortal Souls,
Slick Rick,
DJ Sneak,
The Invisible,
Spoonie Gee,
The Evens,
The Stooges,
Lee Hazlewood,
Metal Thangz,
The Walker Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.