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 Austria and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Terrestrial Tones to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
James Chance & The Contortions,
Colin Newman,
The Black Dice,
Bush Tetras,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Last Poets,
The Mojo Men,
Al Stewart,
The Evens,
the Sonics,
The Offenders,
Cameo,
Technova,
the Normal,
The Searchers,
The Sonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Man Parrish,
Judy Mowatt,
Electric Prunes,
Jacques Brel,
Qualms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kenny Larkin,
Rufus Thomas,
Bang On A Can,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Parry Music,
Bill Near,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cowsills,
Fugazi,
cv313,
Connie Case,
Deadbeat,
DJ Style,
Magma,
Aural Exciters,
The Electric Prunes,
F. McDonald,
Roxy Music,
Kas Product,
The Saints,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Young Marble Giants,
Gastr Del Sol,
Delta 5,
Deepchord,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chrome,
Joy Division,
Glambeats Corp.,
New Age Steppers,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.