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 Denmark and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Glambeats Corp. to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
The Fuzztones,
Altered Images,
Kayak,
Suburban Knight,
Liliput,
Minor Threat,
Peter & Gordon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Althea and Donna,
MC5,
Bootsy Collins,
Prince Buster,
Subhumans,
Adolescents,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DJ Style,
Sun City Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Wire,
48th St. Collective,
Cybotron,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Juan Atkins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Television,
Nico,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
This Heat,
Moss Icon,
Rotary Connection,
Audionom,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang of Four,
R.M.O.,
The Buckinghams,
Jawbox,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Duran Duran,
Dark Day,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mission of Burma,
Severed Heads,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Alice Coltrane,
Kas Product,
The Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Slave,
Mo-Dettes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cure,
The Neon Judgement,
The Velvet Underground,
Crispy Ambulance,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.