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 Spain and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Unrelated Segments to the grunge 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Circle Jerks,
Mission of Burma,
The Knickerbockers,
Country Teasers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minor Threat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rekid,
Drexciya,
Deakin,
Tres Demented,
The Saints,
Zero Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Goldenarms,
Massinfluence,
Max Romeo,
Gang Green,
Sonic Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Monolake,
Matthew Bourne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Con Funk Shun,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tubeway Army,
Leonard Cohen,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Spoonie Gee,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fugazi,
Gichy Dan,
Andrew Hill,
The Remains,
Eli Mardock,
Boredoms,
Shoche,
Masters at Work,
Jeff Mills,
Donald Byrd,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sister Nancy,
Cheater Slicks,
Animal Collective,
8 Eyed Spy,
The United States of America,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Barracudas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wire,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.