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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Moleskins to the techno 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
The Pretty Things,
Unrelated Segments,
The Leaves,
Scion,
The Red Krayola,
Dark Day,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Doors,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Porter Ricks,
Buzzcocks,
B.T. Express,
Alton Ellis,
Marine Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tom Boy,
the Germs,
Charles Mingus,
Sixth Finger,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mo-Dettes,
Maurizio,
Dawn Penn,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lower 48,
Aswad,
Anakelly,
The Standells,
Niagra,
James White and The Blacks,
The Knickerbockers,
Agent Orange,
Jandek,
Tim Buckley,
The Seeds,
Spandau Ballet,
Pylon,
The Tremeloes,
Vainqueur,
Japan,
Roxy Music,
Stetsasonic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Young Marble Giants,
A Certain Ratio,
June Days,
Procol Harum,
Ken Boothe,
Rod Modell,
the Slits,
Hasil Adkins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.