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 United Kingdom and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 ABC to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
The Gun Club,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deadbeat,
Josef K,
Malaria!,
Motorama,
The Wake,
Bobby Byrd,
The Vogues,
Piero Umiliani,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Siglo XX,
Chrome,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Johnny Osbourne,
D'Angelo,
Peter and Kerry,
Scott Walker,
Supertramp,
Mission of Burma,
Arcadia,
Rakim,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeff Mills,
Hoover,
Rod Modell,
Quadrant,
E-Dancer,
Laurel Aitken,
Quantec,
Fat Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Guru Guru,
Marine Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Warren Ellis,
The Smiths,
The Five Americans,
Mars,
Jawbox,
Black Pus,
Massinfluence,
T. Rex,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Flesh Eaters,
Symarip,
Robert Görl,
Fad Gadget,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radio Birdman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boredoms,
The Golliwogs,
Freddie Wadling,
cv313,
the Sonics,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.