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 Estonia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Janne Schatter to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Sherman,
Blancmange,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
The Durutti Column,
Excepter,
Groovy Waters,
Pantaleimon,
June of 44,
Oblivians,
David McCallum,
Surgeon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terrestrial Tones,
Main Source,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Young Marble Giants,
Bang On A Can,
James White and The Blacks,
Colin Newman,
New Age Steppers,
The Offenders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Icehouse,
Jawbox,
Dorothy Ashby,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fatback Band,
Funkadelic,
Hardrive,
The American Breed,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Starr,
Amazonics,
Cybotron,
Chris Corsano,
Sight & Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scratch Acid,
Todd Terry,
Barry Ungar,
Todd Rundgren,
Gichy Dan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lightning Bolt,
Joey Negro,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Juan Atkins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Pus,
The Toasters,
Minny Pops,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joyce Sims,
Bush Tetras,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lucky Dragons,
Goldenarms,
Donny Hathaway,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.