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 Macedonia and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Tremeloes to the disco 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Minutemen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soulsonic Force,
Bauhaus,
The Gap Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aaron Thompson,
the Sonics,
Unwound,
FM Einheit,
The Residents,
Gregory Isaacs,
Todd Rundgren,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sixth Finger,
Lalann,
Harpers Bizarre,
Al Stewart,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Green,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lucky Dragons,
Cheater Slicks,
Skriet,
Wings,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deakin,
Das Ding,
The Fuzztones,
Procol Harum,
John Foxx,
Reagan Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mark Hollis,
The Standells,
Slave,
Interpol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roy Ayers,
Marine Girls,
Howard Jones,
Janne Schatter,
Whodini,
Isaac Hayes,
the Fania All-Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camouflage,
Aural Exciters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Music Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bluetip,
Technova,
cv313,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brothers Johnson,
Echospace,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.