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 New Zealand and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare,
B.T. Express,
Monolake,
Underground Resistance,
Scott Walker,
Johnny Clarke,
Rekid,
Freddie Wadling,
Spandau Ballet,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Sherman,
Anakelly,
48th St. Collective,
Sparks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eurythmics,
Mr. Review,
Television Personalities,
AZ,
Pole,
Severed Heads,
Patti Smith,
the Association,
The Gories,
The Divine Comedy,
Todd Rundgren,
Cheater Slicks,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Country Teasers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rotary Connection,
Yellowson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kayak,
Jawbox,
The Pretty Things,
Soul II Soul,
the Sonics,
David Bowie,
Oblivians,
The Zeros,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Red Krayola,
The Dead C,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Faust,
Chrome,
Terrestrial Tones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Theoretical Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kerri Chandler,
The Electric Prunes,
Drexciya,
Howard Jones,
Sister Nancy,
Godley & Creme,
Nils Olav,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.