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 Afghanistan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Index to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Unwound,
Wasted Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang of Four,
Bootsy Collins,
The United States of America,
The Kinks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter & Gordon,
Howard Jones,
The Raincoats,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Vogues,
Man Eating Sloth,
Niagra,
The Five Americans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pantytec,
Ice-T,
Sam Rivers,
Brick,
Josef K,
Bobby Sherman,
Thee Headcoats,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sound Behaviour,
the Swans,
Buzzcocks,
Fluxion,
Country Teasers,
The Trojans,
Suburban Knight,
Nils Olav,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sparks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Janne Schatter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Tremeloes,
Roy Ayers,
Minor Threat,
the Germs,
Ohio Players,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Make Up,
Bauhaus,
Magazine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stiv Bators,
Can,
The Wake,
B.T. Express,
The Martian,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gladiators,
Grauzone,
Scratch Acid,
Technova,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.