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 Monaco and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Deakin to the funk 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Josef K,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Shoche,
Television,
The United States of America,
cv313,
Robert Görl,
Siglo XX,
The Saints,
Charles Mingus,
The Skatalites,
the Bar-Kays,
the Association,
Matthew Halsall,
Sight & Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scan 7,
Fugazi,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Moleskins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minny Pops,
The Red Krayola,
Q and Not U,
Arthur Verocai,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dennis Brown,
The Associates,
Royal Trux,
Sixth Finger,
OOIOO,
L. Decosne,
Ludus,
Bobby Byrd,
Bauhaus,
Monolake,
F. McDonald,
Lower 48,
Lindisfarne,
Banda Bassotti,
Derrick May,
Maurizio,
KRS-One,
The New Christs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Smoke,
Pierre Henry,
Toni Rubio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Susan Cadogan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bill Near,
Lightning Bolt,
Loose Ends,
Todd Rundgren,
James White and The Blacks,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young,
Malaria!,
Jacob Miller,
The Offenders,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.