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 Italy and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Isaac Hayes to the disco 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Dead Boys,
The Cowsills,
Drexciya,
Tears for Fears,
Marshall Jefferson,
Trumans Water,
Nick Fraelich,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ten City,
Ice-T,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Swans,
The Tremeloes,
ABC,
Lou Reed,
Girls At Our Best!,
Porter Ricks,
Procol Harum,
Animal Collective,
Robert Hood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Swans,
Funky Four + One,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chris & Cosey,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arab on Radar,
Fela Kuti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Juan Atkins,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Last Poets,
Supertramp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nirvana,
Gichy Dan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gun Club,
Nas,
Mad Mike,
Amon Düül II,
Liliput,
Darondo,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Slits,
The Sound,
Schoolly D,
Scratch Acid,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wally Richardson,
Soul II Soul,
The Fall,
Blancmange,
June Days,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.