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 Czech Republic and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Faraquet to the disco 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Technova,
Duran Duran,
FM Einheit,
Symarip,
Fugazi,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fortunes,
The Golliwogs,
Donald Byrd,
Skriet,
The Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Bootsy Collins,
The Stooges,
DJ Sneak,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New Age Steppers,
Matthew Halsall,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Busters,
The Birthday Party,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barry Ungar,
the Human League,
Reuben Wilson,
Alice Coltrane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mad Mike,
Monks,
Monolake,
Model 500,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barclay James Harvest,
Isaac Hayes,
Dead Boys,
Don Cherry,
Theoretical Girls,
Jandek,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marmalade,
Ohio Players,
Glenn Branca,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Monks,
JFA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blancmange,
Brick,
Quando Quango,
Kevin Saunderson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Monochrome Set,
Rites of Spring,
Stetsasonic,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.