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 Uzbekistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Harpers Bizarre,
World's Most,
Can,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Raincoats,
Qualms,
Erasure,
The Walker Brothers,
Schoolly D,
Zapp,
Robert Hood,
The Pretty Things,
FM Einheit,
Todd Terry,
The Neon Judgement,
Little Man,
Faust,
Carl Craig,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joey Negro,
Drexciya,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Colin Newman,
Blossom Toes,
Pulsallama,
Mission of Burma,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gong,
The Tremeloes,
Monolake,
Saccharine Trust,
Television Personalities,
Henry Cow,
The Five Americans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radiohead,
Fear,
Severed Heads,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wasted Youth,
Hoover,
Sight & Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thompson Twins,
The Evens,
Sandy B,
F. McDonald,
Popol Vuh,
The Fuzztones,
Neil Young,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultravox,
Wire,
Hardrive,
Supertramp,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.