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 Azerbaijan and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Robert Hood to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Pantaleimon,
Theoretical Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Electric Prunes,
kango's stein massive,
Neu!,
Metal Thangz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jandek,
Black Pus,
Q and Not U,
The Golliwogs,
Model 500,
Nico,
The Searchers,
Excepter,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Trojans,
The Durutti Column,
John Coltrane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lower 48,
Magazine,
The Victims,
Half Japanese,
Freddie Wadling,
Yusef Lateef,
Crash Course in Science,
Lindisfarne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pierre Henry,
Tommy Roe,
Soft Cell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joe Finger,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Piero Umiliani,
Animal Collective,
Oneida,
Aswad,
Symarip,
June of 44,
New Age Steppers,
Make Up,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Monks,
Icehouse,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter and Kerry,
the Human League,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bronski Beat,
Dennis Brown,
The Mojo Men,
Alton Ellis,
Erasure,
Das Ding,
Morten Harket,
Barry Ungar,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.