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 Georgia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
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 theremin 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 Mandrill 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kenny Larkin,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Wyatt,
Franke,
Erykah Badu,
The Slits,
OOIOO,
Depeche Mode,
Reuben Wilson,
Minny Pops,
D'Angelo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Pus,
Pagans,
Intrusion,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dead C,
Scan 7,
Massinfluence,
Loose Ends,
Quantec,
The Velvet Underground,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Human League,
the Normal,
CMW,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter and Kerry,
Absolute Body Control,
Janne Schatter,
Steve Hackett,
Inner City,
Black Flag,
Visage,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Bananas,
Cheater Slicks,
The Buckinghams,
The J.B.'s,
Swans,
Lyres,
Stiv Bators,
Tim Buckley,
Al Stewart,
Make Up,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joey Negro,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vainqueur,
Vladislav Delay,
Jandek,
Max Romeo,
Excepter,
Hoover,
Minnie Riperton,
Camouflage,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.