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 Ecuador and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 dance 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Mission of Burma,
Mr. Review,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sex Pistols,
Eden Ahbez,
Brothers Johnson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harpers Bizarre,
UT,
Bobby Womack,
Minutemen,
Roxette,
The Grass Roots,
The Count Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Liliput,
Franke,
Royal Trux,
Swell Maps,
The Smoke,
The Pretty Things,
Soft Machine,
Henry Cow,
Robert Görl,
The Slackers,
Gang Green,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quando Quango,
Lindisfarne,
Panda Bear,
Ituana,
Second Layer,
Lucky Dragons,
Yaz,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Black Dice,
The Gap Band,
The Birthday Party,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cramps,
Rosa Yemen,
Harmonia,
Dead Boys,
Trumans Water,
Cal Tjader,
Dark Day,
Magazine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gun Club,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cameo,
Nico,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Divine Comedy,
Infiniti,
The Invisible,
Nas,
The Red Krayola,
Y Pants,
The Beau Brummels,
Thee Headcoats,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.