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 Mauritius and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jandek to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Severed Heads,
Harry Pussy,
Barry Ungar,
The Doobie Brothers,
Inner City,
Wolf Eyes,
Cheater Slicks,
Idris Muhammad,
Cluster,
John Cale,
X-102,
This Heat,
the Normal,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gun Club,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mo-Dettes,
The Victims,
James White and The Blacks,
Eli Mardock,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Index,
Public Image Ltd.,
Anthony Braxton,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neu!,
Donny Hathaway,
The Searchers,
Amon Düül,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Pretty Things,
The Zeros,
Bush Tetras,
Tom Boy,
The Standells,
Joe Finger,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minor Threat,
Skaos,
Scan 7,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Moon,
The Martian,
Todd Rundgren,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jerry's Kids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dave Gahan,
The Busters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cure,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Smoke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Sheep,
One Last Wish,
Robert Görl,
Sound Behaviour,
Camouflage,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.