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 Iraq and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Minny Pops to the jazz 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Schoolly D,
Brass Construction,
Camouflage,
Amazonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Absolute Body Control,
June of 44,
Underground Resistance,
Bang On A Can,
Skaos,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hot Snakes,
Ornette Coleman,
The Names,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Reagan Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Judy Mowatt,
The Busters,
The Gun Club,
Black Pus,
E-Dancer,
Echospace,
The Divine Comedy,
Con Funk Shun,
The Vogues,
The Smiths,
Magma,
Erasure,
Pere Ubu,
Yusef Lateef,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jandek,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Negative Approach,
Andrew Hill,
The Slackers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scrapy,
David McCallum,
Alton Ellis,
D'Angelo,
Man Parrish,
Idris Muhammad,
Tom Boy,
Silicon Teens,
Radiohead,
Ultravox,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Piero Umiliani,
Eden Ahbez,
Icehouse,
Monks,
The Mojo Men,
Crime,
The Cure,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.