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 Tuvalu and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 Easy Going to the jazz 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Fatback Band,
Sam Rivers,
the Germs,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Divine Comedy,
Underground Resistance,
Roxy Music,
Blossom Toes,
The Stooges,
Tres Demented,
Sister Nancy,
Niagra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Icehouse,
The Red Krayola,
Sällskapet,
The Blues Magoos,
Flipper,
The American Breed,
La Düsseldorf,
Reagan Youth,
Dual Sessions,
X-Ray Spex,
Boredoms,
The Toasters,
Scientists,
Subhumans,
Gang Gang Dance,
DJ Sneak,
the Association,
KRS-One,
CMW,
Clear Light,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fall,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Cale,
the Bar-Kays,
Barbara Tucker,
Adolescents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
FM Einheit,
Procol Harum,
Whodini,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deakin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Janne Schatter,
Carl Craig,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Busters,
Minny Pops,
Newcleus,
Man Parrish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rosa Yemen,
Absolute Body Control,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.