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 Botswana and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the techno 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
The Mojo Men,
Mantronix,
Circle Jerks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Real Kids,
Country Teasers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Q65,
Eurythmics,
Lower 48,
Aloha Tigers,
Michelle Simonal,
Minutemen,
Slave,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yellowson,
Monolake,
Stiv Bators,
Dennis Brown,
Newcleus,
Ornette Coleman,
Mr. Review,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sexual Harrassment,
Duran Duran,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Panda Bear,
Intrusion,
Siglo XX,
Nas,
Reuben Wilson,
The Litter,
Public Enemy,
Soft Cell,
Nick Fraelich,
The Misunderstood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
Adolescents,
H. Thieme,
Sällskapet,
Pole,
Au Pairs,
Mars,
Black Pus,
Ultravox,
Outsiders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter & Gordon,
Nils Olav,
Rites of Spring,
Dead Boys,
Inner City,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.