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 San Marino and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crooked Eye to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Stetsasonic,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed,
Grauzone,
Roxy Music,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barry Ungar,
Massinfluence,
The Black Dice,
K-Klass,
The Victims,
Thompson Twins,
Rosa Yemen,
Hasil Adkins,
MC5,
Rites of Spring,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bronski Beat,
The Trojans,
Robert Wyatt,
Y Pants,
Theoretical Girls,
Outsiders,
Lightning Bolt,
Erasure,
Howard Jones,
Pole,
The Last Poets,
Eli Mardock,
Visage,
Absolute Body Control,
The New Christs,
Urselle,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Panda Bear,
The Standells,
Eyeless In Gaza,
E-Dancer,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Monks,
Peter & Gordon,
Young Marble Giants,
Joensuu 1685,
Main Source,
Prince Buster,
OOIOO,
The Doors,
The Smoke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
Yaz,
Leonard Cohen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Searchers,
Depeche Mode,
The Blues Magoos,
Minny Pops,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.