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 Uzbekistan and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Make Up to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Near record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Depeche Mode,
Janne Schatter,
Derrick May,
Dual Sessions,
Nico,
Negative Approach,
Saccharine Trust,
Wire,
Ultra Naté,
Slave,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang of Four,
Cal Tjader,
Vladislav Delay,
Graham Central Station,
Porter Ricks,
Brick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chris Corsano,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Toni Rubio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Byron Stingily,
Infiniti,
Davy DMX,
Mad Mike,
The Neon Judgement,
Flash Fearless,
The Moody Blues,
Young Marble Giants,
The Associates,
Stereo Dub,
Roxette,
Crime,
Amazonics,
Rapeman,
Circle Jerks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skarface,
Jacob Miller,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Names,
Max Romeo,
Stiv Bators,
Soul Sonic Force,
Technova,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quadrant,
Marc Almond,
Cameo,
The Happenings,
Scientists,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Easy Going,
Schoolly D,
Alton Ellis,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.