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 Papua New Guinea and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 H. Thieme to the grunge 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hot Snakes,
Wings,
Shuggie Otis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Das Ding,
The Red Krayola,
Andrew Hill,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lindisfarne,
Colin Newman,
China Crisis,
The Smiths,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Country Teasers,
The Slackers,
Niagra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minutemen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Erasure,
Morten Harket,
Absolute Body Control,
Marc Almond,
Essential Logic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Franke,
Swell Maps,
The Last Poets,
The Sonics,
Talk Talk,
Cheater Slicks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
World's Most,
Boz Scaggs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lucky Dragons,
The Pretty Things,
Banda Bassotti,
Barbara Tucker,
Tubeway Army,
DNA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Wake,
Scion,
Mad Mike,
Y Pants,
Bronski Beat,
Rites of Spring,
Ten City,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Massinfluence,
The Durutti Column,
Scientists,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.