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 Grenada and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Beau Brummels to the jazz 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Rosa Yemen,
Dual Sessions,
Alison Limerick,
The Slackers,
The Human League,
Young Marble Giants,
David Bowie,
The Divine Comedy,
Goldenarms,
June Days,
Alton Ellis,
The Blues Magoos,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bang On A Can,
Sex Pistols,
Hoover,
Fatback Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brand Nubian,
Delta 5,
Monks,
The Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Duran Duran,
The Gories,
Tears for Fears,
Brothers Johnson,
Swell Maps,
The Searchers,
Max Romeo,
Y Pants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Morten Harket,
John Cale,
The Index,
Brass Construction,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Heaven 17,
Joensuu 1685,
The Pretty Things,
Vainqueur,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Swans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arcadia,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thee Headcoats,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Desert Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sarah Menescal,
ABBA,
MC5,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Residents,
The Evens,
AZ,
Country Joe & The Fish,
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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.