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 Accra.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 Amon Düül to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Amon Düül II,
Sun Ra,
Eddi Front,
Gang of Four,
Black Flag,
The New Christs,
Fatback Band,
Ponytail,
Dorothy Ashby,
Delon & Dalcan,
Monolake,
Slave,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funky Four + One,
Barbara Tucker,
Tears for Fears,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terrestrial Tones,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crash Course in Science,
Chris Corsano,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Star Department,
Hashim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Drive Like Jehu,
Icehouse,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Green,
The Blackbyrds,
Tom Boy,
Joensuu 1685,
Archie Shepp,
Young Marble Giants,
Massinfluence,
Magazine,
These Immortal Souls,
the Bar-Kays,
Gong,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Das Ding,
Bauhaus,
The Divine Comedy,
Amon Düül,
Vainqueur,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Circle Jerks,
Crooked Eye,
Arcadia,
Harry Pussy,
Tim Buckley,
Juan Atkins,
KRS-One,
Gabor Szabo,
MDC,
The Vogues,
Freddie Wadling,
Thee Headcoats,
Terry Callier,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.