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 Botswana and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar 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 Graham Central Station to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can 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?
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marc Almond,
Buzzcocks,
The United States of America,
Dawn Penn,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Görl,
The Star Department,
Von Mondo,
Absolute Body Control,
Radiohead,
Skarface,
Oneida,
Siglo XX,
DJ Sneak,
David Axelrod,
The Saints,
Rekid,
Mars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roger Hodgson,
Harmonia,
The Buckinghams,
John Foxx,
Echospace,
The Associates,
Pantytec,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Offenders,
Black Sheep,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sandy B,
Rhythm & Sound,
ABC,
Pagans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wally Richardson,
Alton Ellis,
Grey Daturas,
the Bar-Kays,
Thompson Twins,
Eve St. Jones,
Johnny Clarke,
Chris & Cosey,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joey Negro,
The Seeds,
Interpol,
Agent Orange,
Bad Manners,
The Misunderstood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lower 48,
X-102,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.