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 Qatar and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Hoover to the dance 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu 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?
The Kinks,
T.S.O.L.,
Bang On A Can,
UT,
MDC,
U.S. Maple,
Joey Negro,
Ronan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Last Poets,
Lungfish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Suburban Knight,
Malaria!,
Minutemen,
Yusef Lateef,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joe Finger,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skaos,
Gong,
LL Cool J,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Negative Approach,
Pierre Henry,
Michelle Simonal,
Pussy Galore,
Eric Copeland,
Stockholm Monsters,
Slave,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Funky Four + One,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Agitation Free,
The United States of America,
Aswad,
The Buckinghams,
Sparks,
The Wake,
Half Japanese,
Ossler,
Todd Terry,
Juan Atkins,
Steve Hackett,
the Germs,
Laurel Aitken,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Slits,
Chris & Cosey,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sonics,
Fugazi,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gladiators,
The Searchers,
The Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
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.