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 Bhutan and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Little Man to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
In Retrospect,
The Barracudas,
Scientists,
Adolescents,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roy Ayers,
The Monks,
Thee Headcoats,
Gabor Szabo,
Wolf Eyes,
Pagans,
Visage,
Procol Harum,
Rites of Spring,
Chris & Cosey,
The Invisible,
The Red Krayola,
Brass Construction,
The Kinks,
Marmalade,
Kurtis Blow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Easy Going,
Gang Gang Dance,
World's Most,
Cameo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The New Christs,
Unwound,
EPMD,
Eric Dolphy,
Wally Richardson,
Kenny Larkin,
Los Fastidios,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Stooges,
Sugar Minott,
The Angels of Light,
Darondo,
Bauhaus,
Tim Buckley,
The Birthday Party,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aaron Thompson,
Stiv Bators,
Icehouse,
Albert Ayler,
Mad Mike,
Eddi Front,
New York Dolls,
The Gap Band,
Dark Day,
Shuggie Otis,
Franke,
Gerry Rafferty,
Piero Umiliani,
Boredoms,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harmonia,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.