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 Barbados and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 John Foxx to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Faust,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Toasters,
Au Pairs,
Henry Cow,
Alton Ellis,
Jacob Miller,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jawbox,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ten City,
Brothers Johnson,
Massinfluence,
Blossom Toes,
John Cale,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
OOIOO,
Barry Ungar,
Jimmy McGriff,
Al Stewart,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Icehouse,
The Selecter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dead C,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Leaves,
Depeche Mode,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hardrive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fatback Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Görl,
Country Teasers,
The J.B.'s,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Lydon,
Young Marble Giants,
Roger Hodgson,
The Doors,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Christie,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Excepter,
The Velvet Underground,
Angry Samoans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Sheep,
The Young Rascals,
Underground Resistance,
Eric Copeland,
Donald Byrd,
Roxette,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Parry Music,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.