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 Germany and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Morten Harket to the punk 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Tres Demented,
Technova,
Ronan,
Gang Green,
Lindisfarne,
Stetsasonic,
Scientists,
DJ Sneak,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-101,
The Mojo Men,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sound,
Monks,
Donald Byrd,
The Doobie Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Scan 7,
Joe Finger,
10cc,
Warsaw,
The Kinks,
Supertramp,
Yazoo,
Tomorrow,
The Sonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Don Cherry,
Nas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sandy B,
Zero Boys,
Ultravox,
Scrapy,
New Age Steppers,
Groovy Waters,
Lakeside,
K-Klass,
The Alarm Clocks,
Interpol,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Second Layer,
Crash Course in Science,
Soft Machine,
Liliput,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moss Icon,
The Knickerbockers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Sheep,
Man Parrish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Standells,
Barrington Levy,
Harry Pussy,
The Beau Brummels,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.