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 France and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Groovy Waters to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Desert Stars,
Alison Limerick,
the Normal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Zeros,
Audionom,
Royal Trux,
Livin' Joy,
Soft Cell,
The American Breed,
Eric Copeland,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barry Ungar,
Ronnie Foster,
Ponytail,
Bob Dylan,
Angry Samoans,
Spandau Ballet,
Pantytec,
The Mojo Men,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Bananas,
Arcadia,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oneida,
Tears for Fears,
Black Pus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Electric Prunes,
Ornette Coleman,
The Electric Prunes,
Nas,
The Stooges,
Youth Brigade,
Danielle Patucci,
Pharoah Sanders,
Maurizio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Model 500,
Warren Ellis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Brand Nubian,
Althea and Donna,
Bush Tetras,
Heaven 17,
Graham Central Station,
Altered Images,
Pierre Henry,
Don Cherry,
The Victims,
Marvin Gaye,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lakeside,
Barbara Tucker,
The J.B.'s,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.