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 Turkmenistan and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Todd Rundgren to the punk 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Negative Approach,
Unwound,
Shoche,
Lou Christie,
Tres Demented,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sandy B,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mission of Burma,
Au Pairs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
a-ha,
The Names,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-101,
The Durutti Column,
Donald Byrd,
Steve Hackett,
The Blackbyrds,
Kas Product,
Scion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
In Retrospect,
Wings,
June of 44,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Electric Prunes,
Bauhaus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Derrick May,
Porter Ricks,
Crime,
Oblivians,
F. McDonald,
The Pop Group,
Roy Ayers,
EPMD,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neil Young,
The Beau Brummels,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terry Callier,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mary Jane Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Toasters,
Johnny Clarke,
Toni Rubio,
Chrome,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Five Americans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quadrant,
Dave Gahan,
Cheater Slicks,
The Doors,
The Walker Brothers,
Amon Düül,
Leonard Cohen,
John Cale,
The Slackers,
Pylon,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.