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 Andorra and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jandek to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Anakelly,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Negative Approach,
the Normal,
Tubeway Army,
The Sound,
The Fugs,
Prince Buster,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Move,
DJ Style,
Interpol,
Rekid,
Robert Görl,
Lyres,
Absolute Body Control,
Radio Birdman,
T. Rex,
Clear Light,
The Young Rascals,
CMW,
Kenny Larkin,
Blake Baxter,
The Sonics,
Scott Walker,
Eli Mardock,
Funky Four + One,
Lalann,
UT,
Peter and Kerry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Womack,
The New Christs,
One Last Wish,
DJ Sneak,
The Gun Club,
The Standells,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aaron Thompson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Walker Brothers,
Deakin,
Wally Richardson,
The Mummies,
Slick Rick,
Qualms,
Gang Green,
Shuggie Otis,
Brick,
Kayak,
Sixth Finger,
Livin' Joy,
Byron Stingily,
Moby Grape,
a-ha,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pere Ubu,
Archie Shepp,
Jacques Brel,
Patti Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.