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 Saudi Arabia and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Moby Grape,
Boredoms,
The Busters,
The Grass Roots,
Donny Hathaway,
The Trojans,
Roxette,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mr. Review,
David Axelrod,
Gichy Dan,
Pulsallama,
Quando Quango,
The Pop Group,
Lungfish,
Rekid,
Motorama,
10cc,
A Certain Ratio,
Wally Richardson,
Make Up,
Bauhaus,
This Heat,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Music Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sugar Minott,
Idris Muhammad,
Cameo,
Talk Talk,
Charles Mingus,
CMW,
Bluetip,
Henry Cow,
EPMD,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Technova,
Erykah Badu,
John Coltrane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Darondo,
Subhumans,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cluster,
Kayak,
Robert Görl,
Brand Nubian,
Cecil Taylor,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Neon Judgement,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Reuben Wilson,
Ludus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vainqueur,
The Blues Magoos,
Ronnie Foster,
Tommy Roe,
Eric Copeland,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.