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 Poland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Half Japanese to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Newcleus,
Albert Ayler,
The Cramps,
Anakelly,
8 Eyed Spy,
Theoretical Girls,
Lalann,
Metal Thangz,
The Move,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arcadia,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Pop Group,
John Foxx,
Man Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Count Five,
Sonic Youth,
Supertramp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Swans,
Skarface,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sam Rivers,
Jandek,
Connie Case,
Joensuu 1685,
Sällskapet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minny Pops,
Mo-Dettes,
Intrusion,
Minor Threat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Beau Brummels,
Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
The Fuzztones,
Camouflage,
Bauhaus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ossler,
Black Sheep,
Pole,
Roxy Music,
Howard Jones,
The Last Poets,
cv313,
Lucky Dragons,
B.T. Express,
Mark Hollis,
David Axelrod,
Sexual Harrassment,
Saccharine Trust,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Starr,
Girls At Our Best!,
Faust,
Sex Pistols,
The Raincoats,
MC5,
Sight & Sound,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.