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 Croatia and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Traffic Nightmare to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pagans,
Sällskapet,
Tubeway Army,
Lalann,
Sparks,
The Techniques,
Mad Mike,
Robert Wyatt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soft Cell,
The Happenings,
Fugazi,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ludus,
Warren Ellis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Niagra,
Model 500,
Scion,
Eden Ahbez,
Television,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Althea and Donna,
Harmonia,
Guru Guru,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joe Smooth,
The Golliwogs,
Amazonics,
Idris Muhammad,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camberwell Now,
the Soft Cell,
Bootsy Collins,
Steve Hackett,
Thompson Twins,
Rod Modell,
The Durutti Column,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pussy Galore,
Malaria!,
David Bowie,
Monks,
The Sound,
Babytalk,
Essential Logic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Count Five,
Tres Demented,
Pet Shop Boys,
The United States of America,
Hot Snakes,
The Monochrome Set,
Eddi Front,
Toni Rubio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Germs,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.