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 Kazakhstan and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Searchers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Goldenarms,
The Smoke,
Alphaville,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Average White Band,
Blake Baxter,
Yusef Lateef,
The Pretty Things,
Drive Like Jehu,
Das Ding,
K-Klass,
Sight & Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Colin Newman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gichy Dan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arthur Verocai,
Bronski Beat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Au Pairs,
Theoretical Girls,
The Invisible,
Q65,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deepchord,
Eurythmics,
Black Bananas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Electric Prunes,
Bob Dylan,
Rotary Connection,
The Slits,
Scientists,
Cybotron,
The Fire Engines,
Scrapy,
The Golliwogs,
Mark Hollis,
Mars,
Monks,
The Searchers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Severed Heads,
Sixth Finger,
Barry Ungar,
Main Source,
Motorama,
Magazine,
Vladislav Delay,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dark Day,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.