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 Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 E-Dancer to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Qualms,
The Barracudas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joey Negro,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Whodini,
Electric Prunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Ludus,
Bronski Beat,
X-101,
Ralphi Rosario,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brand Nubian,
the Germs,
48th St. Collective,
Supertramp,
Ituana,
ABC,
The Five Americans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alison Limerick,
Reuben Wilson,
Rotary Connection,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dawn Penn,
the Normal,
Lightning Bolt,
Ten City,
Howard Jones,
The Red Krayola,
Livin' Joy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Los Fastidios,
Von Mondo,
Smog,
Magma,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Procol Harum,
The Human League,
Carl Craig,
JFA,
Cymande,
Television,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fugs,
Lakeside,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dead C,
Sixth Finger,
Ken Boothe,
Interpol,
Sarah Menescal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thee Headcoats,
Zero Boys,
The Pop Group,
Pantytec,
The Monks,
Jandek,
Alphaville,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.