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 Serbia and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 Ornette Coleman to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Harmonia,
Amazonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minor Threat,
Moss Icon,
Ken Boothe,
F. McDonald,
Essential Logic,
Ronan,
The Dirtbombs,
The Evens,
Newcleus,
Metal Thangz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marvin Gaye,
T.S.O.L.,
Little Man,
Adolescents,
The Smiths,
Chris Corsano,
Malaria!,
the Association,
KRS-One,
Michelle Simonal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
June Days,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
48th St. Collective,
Depeche Mode,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Leaves,
The Human League,
Zapp,
Television Personalities,
Derrick May,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fuzztones,
Deadbeat,
the Bar-Kays,
Blake Baxter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Motorama,
Nils Olav,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Happenings,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Monochrome Set,
Patti Smith,
Royal Trux,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeff Mills,
Marine Girls,
Fatback Band,
Brand Nubian,
Ludus,
Pulsallama,
Laurel Aitken,
The American Breed,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.