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 Nauru and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Moby Grape to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
The Misunderstood,
Tom Boy,
Pantaleimon,
Au Pairs,
Cameo,
Duran Duran,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Idris Muhammad,
The Moleskins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mars,
Matthew Halsall,
Lightning Bolt,
Suicide,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hasil Adkins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boz Scaggs,
Scrapy,
Soulsonic Force,
Bronski Beat,
Monolake,
The Monks,
Scratch Acid,
One Last Wish,
Negative Approach,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Human League,
Tommy Roe,
Magazine,
The Beau Brummels,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric Dolphy,
Tres Demented,
The Seeds,
Organ,
Crash Course in Science,
the Sonics,
Don Cherry,
The Trojans,
Camberwell Now,
Janne Schatter,
Desert Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Grass Roots,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mo-Dettes,
Circle Jerks,
K-Klass,
The Blues Magoos,
The Black Dice,
Little Man,
Fat Boys,
Flash Fearless,
The Sound,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.