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 Germany and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 T. Rex to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Saccharine Trust,
Davy DMX,
Joe Finger,
Dead Boys,
ABC,
The Barracudas,
Guru Guru,
Rites of Spring,
Interpol,
David McCallum,
The Fall,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tubeway Army,
Eric Copeland,
Zapp,
Deakin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skarface,
Essential Logic,
Spoonie Gee,
Marvin Gaye,
H. Thieme,
Public Enemy,
Ronnie Foster,
Maleditus Sound,
The Residents,
Lyres,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marine Girls,
The Golliwogs,
Barclay James Harvest,
In Retrospect,
Isaac Hayes,
Duran Duran,
PIL,
Organ,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Prince Buster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jerry's Kids,
Whodini,
Q and Not U,
MC5,
Black Bananas,
Yaz,
Popol Vuh,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brass Construction,
Kenny Larkin,
Eurythmics,
The Smiths,
Marc Almond,
Aaron Thompson,
The United States of America,
Soul II Soul,
Minor Threat,
Main Source,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.