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 Poland and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 Alison Limerick to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Infiniti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
H. Thieme,
The Red Krayola,
The Birthday Party,
The Neon Judgement,
Eddi Front,
Monks,
Zero Boys,
the Germs,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dual Sessions,
Marvin Gaye,
Babytalk,
Technova,
John Holt,
Drexciya,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Human League,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ten City,
Vainqueur,
Bluetip,
Donald Byrd,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oblivians,
Roxette,
Ronnie Foster,
Lakeside,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-101,
a-ha,
Hoover,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Main Source,
Eden Ahbez,
Piero Umiliani,
Easy Going,
The Fall,
Soul II Soul,
Goldenarms,
June of 44,
Cal Tjader,
Cluster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Kinks,
The Zeros,
Blancmange,
Man Eating Sloth,
Los Fastidios,
John Lydon,
Isaac Hayes,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.