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 Congo and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Make Up to the funk 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Guru Guru,
The Remains,
Tres Demented,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Germs,
Todd Rundgren,
Patti Smith,
Henry Cow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Banda Bassotti,
Suburban Knight,
Minnie Riperton,
David Axelrod,
The Young Rascals,
The Blackbyrds,
T. Rex,
Franke,
R.M.O.,
DJ Style,
X-102,
Model 500,
Scott Walker,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang of Four,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Maleditus Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sandy B,
The Motions,
Lou Reed,
The Moleskins,
Ludus,
Deepchord,
Ultra Naté,
Oneida,
Magazine,
The Skatalites,
The Dirtbombs,
The Slackers,
The Music Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Masters at Work,
Roger Hodgson,
Pole,
Stiv Bators,
Cluster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Ponytail,
Radiopuhelimet,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roxy Music,
Ralphi Rosario,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
La Düsseldorf,
Neil Young,
Bluetip,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.