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 Ethiopia and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nick Fraelich to the grunge 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Faust,
Joey Negro,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jacques Brel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Neil Young,
The Remains,
Tubeway Army,
Desert Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arcadia,
The Young Rascals,
Ultimate Spinach,
Whodini,
The Misunderstood,
Ralphi Rosario,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Moon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Duran Duran,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter and Kerry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quando Quango,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nirvana,
Pussy Galore,
Mr. Review,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Drive Like Jehu,
DNA,
Mary Jane Girls,
Country Teasers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Vogues,
The Fortunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jerry's Kids,
Das Ding,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joensuu 1685,
The Moody Blues,
Lakeside,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gichy Dan,
John Coltrane,
Shoche,
June Days,
Unwound,
Aaron Thompson,
Boredoms,
The Buckinghams,
Henry Cow,
The Golliwogs,
The Selecter,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.