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 Somalia 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 The Saints to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Masters at Work,
Icehouse,
Ohio Players,
Sandy B,
The Saints,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Guru Guru,
Anakelly,
Alice Coltrane,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
cv313,
The Doors,
Japan,
Sonic Youth,
The Black Dice,
Pylon,
H. Thieme,
Electric Prunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Velvet Underground,
Boz Scaggs,
Ken Boothe,
The Associates,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stereo Dub,
Warren Ellis,
The Busters,
Depeche Mode,
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Smooth,
The Move,
Pagans,
Blancmange,
The Tremeloes,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Niagra,
Eurythmics,
Harmonia,
Organ,
Johnny Osbourne,
Groovy Waters,
Ludus,
48th St. Collective,
Metal Thangz,
T. Rex,
The Buckinghams,
The Selecter,
Crooked Eye,
the Sonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Simply Red,
Au Pairs,
The Offenders,
Terry Callier,
Gang Gang Dance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Trojans,
David Axelrod,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.