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 Korea North and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Nick Fraelich to the punk 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
The Saints,
Babytalk,
Smog,
Kerrie Biddell,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker,
Eric Copeland,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lyres,
Suicide,
The Vogues,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultravox,
The Blackbyrds,
Arthur Verocai,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gun Club,
Jacob Miller,
Joyce Sims,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harmonia,
Nico,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bad Manners,
Barrington Levy,
Organ,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fad Gadget,
Cal Tjader,
The Searchers,
ABBA,
The Evens,
The United States of America,
Davy DMX,
The Fall,
The Black Dice,
Eric Dolphy,
Moby Grape,
Black Pus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bauhaus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Q65,
cv313,
Gang Green,
The Fortunes,
Pagans,
Black Flag,
Symarip,
Faust,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mad Mike,
The Fuzztones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roxette,
Grauzone,
Sister Nancy,
Kerri Chandler,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.