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 Indonesia and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Icehouse to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Tremeloes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warren Ellis,
Vainqueur,
Nirvana,
Aural Exciters,
Buzzcocks,
Theoretical Girls,
Moss Icon,
The Smiths,
Monks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minny Pops,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Litter,
Eric Copeland,
Pere Ubu,
Brick,
Joyce Sims,
Al Stewart,
Neil Young,
The Martian,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lucky Dragons,
Pet Shop Boys,
FM Einheit,
Outsiders,
Stereo Dub,
Electric Prunes,
The Divine Comedy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blossom Toes,
Peter & Gordon,
Wolf Eyes,
Gabor Szabo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Circle Jerks,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Y Pants,
Gang Gang Dance,
Young Marble Giants,
The Motions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Henry Cow,
Loose Ends,
Khruangbin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Agitation Free,
a-ha,
Index,
Eve St. Jones,
Stetsasonic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.