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 Sudan and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Half Japanese to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Sight & Sound,
Pagans,
The Saints,
Stiv Bators,
Curtis Mayfield,
Shoche,
The Raincoats,
Grandmaster Flash,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Severed Heads,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispian St. Peters,
T.S.O.L.,
the Normal,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alton Ellis,
Yaz,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fall,
Porter Ricks,
Mandrill,
Circle Jerks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Coltrane,
OOIOO,
Average White Band,
Hashim,
The Blues Magoos,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flipper,
World's Most,
Aural Exciters,
a-ha,
the Human League,
Mantronix,
R.M.O.,
Heaven 17,
Popol Vuh,
DJ Sneak,
Duran Duran,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pantaleimon,
the Slits,
Grey Daturas,
Andrew Hill,
The Electric Prunes,
Bush Tetras,
Slick Rick,
Q65,
Prince Buster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fatback Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kaleidoscope,
Ronan,
the Swans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rites of Spring,
Ludus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mr. Review,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.