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 Burkina and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Red Krayola 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-Ray Spex,
X-101,
The Seeds,
Dual Sessions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alphaville,
The Cure,
OOIOO,
Todd Rundgren,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Archie Shepp,
cv313,
Mantronix,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kas Product,
Eurythmics,
Dead Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Index,
The Smiths,
Glenn Branca,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sarah Menescal,
Pet Shop Boys,
June Days,
Suicide,
Skriet,
Adolescents,
Subhumans,
Crash Course in Science,
The American Breed,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New Order,
Guru Guru,
Thee Headcoats,
Danielle Patucci,
Sandy B,
Altered Images,
Mandrill,
LL Cool J,
The Fugs,
Joy Division,
Cybotron,
Gabor Szabo,
The Buckinghams,
Fugazi,
48th St. Collective,
Agent Orange,
Grauzone,
Pagans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Massinfluence,
Cluster,
The Residents,
Max Romeo,
Livin' Joy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Janne Schatter,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.