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 Czech Republic and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bill Near to the rock 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Christie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DJ Sneak,
The Gladiators,
Delta 5,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cluster,
Pantaleimon,
Jawbox,
Soulsonic Force,
The Velvet Underground,
New York Dolls,
The Zeros,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Starr,
Basic Channel,
Sound Behaviour,
Maurizio,
Barrington Levy,
Radio Birdman,
Tears for Fears,
Swell Maps,
Derrick Morgan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quantec,
Shoche,
The Divine Comedy,
cv313,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Spandau Ballet,
DJ Style,
Ultravox,
Deakin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Young Rascals,
Procol Harum,
Dual Sessions,
Suburban Knight,
Thompson Twins,
The Offenders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Los Fastidios,
Barbara Tucker,
Eden Ahbez,
Country Teasers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scan 7,
Public Image Ltd.,
Make Up,
Brothers Johnson,
Man Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fugazi,
Joey Negro,
Ituana,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.