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 Taiwan and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Rekid to the techno 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barry Ungar,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Gang Dance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Agitation Free,
June Days,
Tubeway Army,
The Red Krayola,
Spandau Ballet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Moon,
The Last Poets,
Pantytec,
Aural Exciters,
The Toasters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alphaville,
The Index,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bang On A Can,
The Slits,
Black Flag,
Tom Boy,
Rites of Spring,
Man Parrish,
The Buckinghams,
the Soft Cell,
Chrome,
The Neon Judgement,
Accadde A,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wire,
Kenny Larkin,
The Happenings,
Lightning Bolt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Q and Not U,
CMW,
Pulsallama,
Gerry Rafferty,
Groovy Waters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Anakelly,
Maurizio,
Junior Murvin,
K-Klass,
Barbara Tucker,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warren Ellis,
Pole,
Fugazi,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.