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 Guyana and from Cairo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Black Flag to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Mo-Dettes,
The Young Rascals,
Desert Stars,
The Moody Blues,
Quantec,
Glenn Branca,
Godley & Creme,
Television,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
Deepchord,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kenny Larkin,
David McCallum,
Schoolly D,
Black Pus,
The Raincoats,
La Düsseldorf,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Donald Byrd,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harpers Bizarre,
Andrew Hill,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sandy B,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
Pierre Henry,
The Count Five,
The Vogues,
the Sonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
AZ,
Shuggie Otis,
Section 25,
Spandau Ballet,
Camberwell Now,
Joyce Sims,
Roxy Music,
Groovy Waters,
F. McDonald,
The Modern Lovers,
Pantaleimon,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pet Shop Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Magazine,
Oneida,
Kaleidoscope,
Joensuu 1685,
The Knickerbockers,
Delta 5,
Sex Pistols,
Icehouse,
Black Moon,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.