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 Paraguay and from Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cybotron to the rap 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Todd Rundgren,
Liliput,
B.T. Express,
Interpol,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smiths,
Von Mondo,
Jacques Brel,
Matthew Halsall,
Flash Fearless,
James White and The Blacks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Modern Lovers,
Susan Cadogan,
The Saints,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radiohead,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fortunes,
The Dead C,
Sun Ra,
Rufus Thomas,
Ken Boothe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Josef K,
Gang Starr,
Sight & Sound,
John Coltrane,
Circle Jerks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scratch Acid,
Parry Music,
Faraquet,
Reagan Youth,
Henry Cow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Goldenarms,
Ludus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
This Heat,
Khruangbin,
The Moody Blues,
Jacob Miller,
Joey Negro,
Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mo-Dettes,
Erykah Badu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Malaria!,
Y Pants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Invisible,
The Vogues,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.