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 Papua New Guinea 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Aloha Tigers to the jazz 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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Gong,
Sex Pistols,
Intrusion,
Smog,
Yaz,
Scrapy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tres Demented,
Skarface,
Bang On A Can,
Monolake,
Thee Headcoats,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brick,
Technova,
The Blues Magoos,
Graham Central Station,
D'Angelo,
New Age Steppers,
Simply Red,
Guru Guru,
Vainqueur,
Sonic Youth,
Swans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Easy Going,
Urselle,
Bill Wells,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Toasters,
Whodini,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Accadde A,
Michelle Simonal,
Steve Hackett,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bluetip,
Idris Muhammad,
Minutemen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Surgeon,
Barbara Tucker,
Stiv Bators,
Swell Maps,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Essential Logic,
Chris & Cosey,
Marmalade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Warren Ellis,
Camouflage,
The Kinks,
Soulsonic Force,
Reuben Wilson,
Mo-Dettes,
Isaac Hayes,
Sam Rivers,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.