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 Lebanon and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Fall to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Grey Daturas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Moleskins,
Crooked Eye,
Charles Mingus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tears for Fears,
Blake Baxter,
Von Mondo,
UT,
Nils Olav,
Jawbox,
Blancmange,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Invisible,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jacques Brel,
This Heat,
Motorama,
Little Man,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Victims,
The Human League,
Soul Sonic Force,
Swell Maps,
The Neon Judgement,
Siglo XX,
F. McDonald,
Erasure,
X-101,
The Blackbyrds,
Bill Wells,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wire,
Mary Jane Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sandy B,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fall,
Crime,
AZ,
Livin' Joy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Association,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Green,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fire Engines,
Average White Band,
The Buckinghams,
Eyeless In Gaza,
E-Dancer,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
FM Einheit,
Trumans Water,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.