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 Turkmenistan and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Amazonics to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Patti Smith,
Faraquet,
Arab on Radar,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cure,
Outsiders,
Ludus,
Frankie Knuckles,
The J.B.'s,
Pere Ubu,
UT,
Gong,
Peter and Kerry,
Camberwell Now,
Joey Negro,
Nick Fraelich,
La Düsseldorf,
Visage,
10cc,
CMW,
Pagans,
The Move,
Flash Fearless,
Unrelated Segments,
Susan Cadogan,
Max Romeo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alton Ellis,
Jacques Brel,
Interpol,
Rakim,
Severed Heads,
Moby Grape,
Pulsallama,
Half Japanese,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dave Gahan,
Echospace,
One Last Wish,
Ice-T,
Thee Headcoats,
Jandek,
Sonny Sharrock,
Motorama,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare,
Mantronix,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joensuu 1685,
Brick,
Buzzcocks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hashim,
Fat Boys,
DNA,
Ralphi Rosario,
Swans,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.