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 Bahamas and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the crunk 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Lucky Dragons,
Throbbing Gristle,
Von Mondo,
Grauzone,
Soulsonic Force,
Funky Four + One,
Pagans,
Cluster,
Spandau Ballet,
Bob Dylan,
Carl Craig,
The Martian,
Delon & Dalcan,
Buzzcocks,
Niagra,
Camberwell Now,
The Motions,
June of 44,
The Dirtbombs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Warsaw,
John Cale,
Mars,
Symarip,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dave Clark Five,
David Axelrod,
E-Dancer,
The Names,
Outsiders,
Rod Modell,
Qualms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gladiators,
The Neon Judgement,
Yellowson,
Sister Nancy,
Boredoms,
Pharoah Sanders,
Zero Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Maurizio,
Marmalade,
Peter & Gordon,
Dennis Brown,
Thee Headcoats,
Glenn Branca,
Echospace,
Black Pus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wasted Youth,
Crooked Eye,
DNA,
Judy Mowatt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.