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 Chile and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Lakeside to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
JFA,
Ronan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Standells,
Lou Reed,
Subhumans,
The Young Rascals,
The Red Krayola,
The United States of America,
Mad Mike,
Circle Jerks,
The Happenings,
Brass Construction,
Pierre Henry,
the Normal,
Mars,
The Stooges,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fugazi,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minutemen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Judy Mowatt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cluster,
The Dead C,
Marmalade,
The Leaves,
Terrestrial Tones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tomorrow,
Wire,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Warren Ellis,
Motorama,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Shoche,
Sight & Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hardrive,
Hoover,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barbara Tucker,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neil Young,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gladiators,
Godley & Creme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Glambeats Corp.,
The New Christs,
Amon Düül II,
Dual Sessions,
Amazonics,
Drexciya,
Rod Modell,
Buzzcocks,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.