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 Kazakhstan and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Gerry Rafferty to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Animal Collective,
EPMD,
Electric Prunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bad Manners,
The Mummies,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Cale,
Ronnie Foster,
The Beau Brummels,
Bizarre Inc.,
Qualms,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Byrd,
Yazoo,
Radiohead,
Lou Christie,
Porter Ricks,
Marine Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Glenn Branca,
Pantytec,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Anthony Braxton,
Roxette,
Slave,
New York Dolls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tres Demented,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ponytail,
The Cowsills,
Warsaw,
The Stooges,
The Gun Club,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Man Parrish,
Skaos,
Rapeman,
The Dirtbombs,
Interpol,
Icehouse,
Lightning Bolt,
Kerri Chandler,
Unrelated Segments,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gabor Szabo,
The Motions,
PIL,
The Dead C,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Absolute Body Control,
Theoretical Girls,
Jacques Brel,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.