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 Kiribati and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Moby Grape to the punk 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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Motorama,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Buzzcocks,
Heaven 17,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bad Manners,
This Heat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Subhumans,
Ultra Naté,
Harpers Bizarre,
Livin' Joy,
The Birthday Party,
The Names,
Camouflage,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Slits,
Negative Approach,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mo-Dettes,
JFA,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Swell Maps,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Throbbing Gristle,
Iggy Pop,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DJ Sneak,
Dave Gahan,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
FM Einheit,
Siglo XX,
Pierre Henry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stereo Dub,
Cameo,
Charles Mingus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Glenn Branca,
The Misunderstood,
Japan,
Bauhaus,
The Stooges,
Organ,
Eve St. Jones,
Basic Channel,
Sugar Minott,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Warren Ellis,
Sex Pistols,
The Leaves,
Niagra,
D'Angelo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mark Hollis,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.