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 Peru and from Lyon.
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 Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Womack,
Aloha Tigers,
Monks,
Whodini,
Harmonia,
Sarah Menescal,
The Standells,
The Young Rascals,
The Smoke,
The Gories,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New Order,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eve St. Jones,
Procol Harum,
Althea and Donna,
Lakeside,
Wolf Eyes,
Sexual Harrassment,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Man Parrish,
Roger Hodgson,
Camouflage,
The Monochrome Set,
The Star Department,
Bobby Sherman,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pere Ubu,
Swans,
Moby Grape,
Gang Gang Dance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wasted Youth,
Glenn Branca,
The Vogues,
Adolescents,
The Remains,
The Leaves,
Roxy Music,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Sneak,
John Cale,
Suicide,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joey Negro,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tom Boy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blossom Toes,
Roxette,
Jacques Brel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mantronix,
Underground Resistance,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.