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 New Zealand and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
The Beau Brummels,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Pus,
Marshall Jefferson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scott Walker,
The Real Kids,
Swans,
Maurizio,
Aswad,
Bluetip,
Subhumans,
Spandau Ballet,
Blake Baxter,
Banda Bassotti,
Magma,
The Index,
Gang of Four,
The Trojans,
The Slackers,
Sam Rivers,
Pere Ubu,
the Normal,
Negative Approach,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cheater Slicks,
Motorama,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
DJ Sneak,
Quando Quango,
Pantytec,
Wings,
Tropical Tobacco,
Los Fastidios,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fortunes,
Ronan,
Mantronix,
Warsaw,
The Cramps,
Siglo XX,
Mars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fluxion,
Ludus,
Skaos,
Section 25,
The Remains,
Neu!,
Yazoo,
Reagan Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
Con Funk Shun,
Bronski Beat,
Stetsasonic,
The Modern Lovers,
Colin Newman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dead C,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aaron Thompson,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.