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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Pylon 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
The Kinks,
Sun Ra,
Half Japanese,
Rapeman,
Quantec,
Theoretical Girls,
Iggy Pop,
CMW,
The Birthday Party,
FM Einheit,
Sarah Menescal,
Brick,
Popol Vuh,
Fear,
Cheater Slicks,
Tears for Fears,
JFA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Japan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fortunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Intrusion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crime,
The J.B.'s,
The Searchers,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare,
Underground Resistance,
Icehouse,
Sister Nancy,
Brand Nubian,
Soft Cell,
Glenn Branca,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moss Icon,
The Offenders,
Suicide,
the Normal,
David McCallum,
Deepchord,
Slave,
Royal Trux,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Subhumans,
The Sonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Adolescents,
Anthony Braxton,
LL Cool J,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kenny Larkin,
Zapp,
Pole,
The Red Krayola,
Pulsallama,
Mary Jane Girls,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.