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 Romania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the rock 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
The Slits,
Derrick Morgan,
Rosa Yemen,
Charles Mingus,
DJ Style,
Sex Pistols,
Brass Construction,
Interpol,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pierre Henry,
The Litter,
Scratch Acid,
Model 500,
Eric Copeland,
Jandek,
Donny Hathaway,
The Tremeloes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Happenings,
Cecil Taylor,
Joy Division,
Black Moon,
Pylon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Max Romeo,
The Golliwogs,
Section 25,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aaron Thompson,
Roy Ayers,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Görl,
Monolake,
Jeff Lynne,
Subhumans,
The Cramps,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blake Baxter,
Sixth Finger,
Mantronix,
cv313,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
Hot Snakes,
Motorama,
Delta 5,
Ultravox,
The Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Fad Gadget,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun Ra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Germs,
Sällskapet,
Joe Smooth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Loose Ends,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.