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 Slovenia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Seeds to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Delta 5,
Harmonia,
Chris Corsano,
June of 44,
The Slackers,
The Buckinghams,
Derrick Morgan,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hashim,
Lindisfarne,
Kenny Larkin,
Circle Jerks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Babytalk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Infiniti,
the Normal,
Ken Boothe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wolf Eyes,
the Swans,
B.T. Express,
Essential Logic,
Silicon Teens,
Graham Central Station,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fortunes,
Half Japanese,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Organ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marc Almond,
Thompson Twins,
Byron Stingily,
Eden Ahbez,
The Standells,
Bobby Womack,
Aloha Tigers,
Aural Exciters,
Model 500,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grey Daturas,
The Blackbyrds,
Fluxion,
Parry Music,
Yaz,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.