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 China and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 OOIOO to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bob Dylan,
Tres Demented,
Shuggie Otis,
Eli Mardock,
Section 25,
Kenny Larkin,
Bad Manners,
Q and Not U,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dual Sessions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Johnny Clarke,
Schoolly D,
Rekid,
Swell Maps,
Severed Heads,
The Slackers,
Icehouse,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Moon,
Jawbox,
Roy Ayers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radiohead,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bush Tetras,
The Selecter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rufus Thomas,
Graham Central Station,
The Martian,
Simply Red,
the Sonics,
R.M.O.,
Tommy Roe,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Babytalk,
DNA,
Moebius,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-Ray Spex,
Alice Coltrane,
Parry Music,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Smiths,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Slits,
Masters at Work,
Reagan Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
Bill Near,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scan 7,
Eric Copeland,
The Litter,
Jacob Miller,
Ituana,
The Black Dice,
Flash Fearless,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.