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 Andorra and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Infiniti to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Henry Cow,
Ludus,
Surgeon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Slits,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alison Limerick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Al Stewart,
Magma,
Mad Mike,
The Fuzztones,
Marvin Gaye,
Fat Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Angry Samoans,
Pole,
Scion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Piero Umiliani,
Kenny Larkin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Electric Prunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Adolescents,
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy Collins,
Skarface,
Mantronix,
Graham Central Station,
The Residents,
Massinfluence,
Motorama,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gichy Dan,
Icehouse,
David Axelrod,
Cecil Taylor,
Moebius,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jandek,
A Certain Ratio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Sugar Minott,
Cybotron,
the Normal,
Delta 5,
Maleditus Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joey Negro,
DJ Sneak,
Sandy B,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.