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 Marshall Islands and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
CMW,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minutemen,
David McCallum,
Suicide,
Joensuu 1685,
Sällskapet,
Banda Bassotti,
Franke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Sonics,
Public Enemy,
Motorama,
Circle Jerks,
the Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hardrive,
Nico,
Zapp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grey Daturas,
Joy Division,
The Cramps,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
June Days,
AZ,
Index,
Siglo XX,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
Faraquet,
The Cure,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fall,
The United States of America,
Flash Fearless,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Remains,
Arab on Radar,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Radio Birdman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Accadde A,
Rapeman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Khruangbin,
The Gories,
Second Layer,
The Residents,
the Association,
Ohio Players,
Inner City,
The Gap Band,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.