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 San Marino and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the funk 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Susan Cadogan,
Joyce Sims,
Television,
The Beau Brummels,
Pole,
ABC,
Grauzone,
Crash Course in Science,
Ralphi Rosario,
Banda Bassotti,
John Cale,
Blossom Toes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Stooges,
Grandmaster Flash,
Essential Logic,
Ohio Players,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wasted Youth,
The Vogues,
The Fugs,
Infiniti,
The Techniques,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boredoms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Supertramp,
Magma,
Thompson Twins,
Angry Samoans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Gang Dance,
Johnny Osbourne,
Intrusion,
Sarah Menescal,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joey Negro,
Marmalade,
Fat Boys,
Brick,
Black Pus,
Minnie Riperton,
Lyres,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yaz,
Marine Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeff Mills,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Standells,
Dave Gahan,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Holt,
Tubeway Army,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.