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 Gambia 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 These Immortal Souls to the grunge 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Simply Red,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Khruangbin,
Ludus,
The Fugs,
The Smiths,
the Sonics,
F. McDonald,
The Stooges,
Radio Birdman,
The Slackers,
X-101,
Absolute Body Control,
Skriet,
Y Pants,
Oneida,
Letta Mbulu,
Massinfluence,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Techniques,
Average White Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Faraquet,
Sun Ra,
Bad Manners,
The Standells,
The Doors,
Todd Terry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Little Man,
June of 44,
Mission of Burma,
The Slits,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
L. Decosne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aswad,
The United States of America,
Dennis Brown,
Aural Exciters,
DJ Sneak,
Moss Icon,
Iggy Pop,
Scrapy,
Eden Ahbez,
Nas,
Country Teasers,
Marc Almond,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marvin Gaye,
Pagans,
Skaos,
Masters at Work,
Eric Dolphy,
Bill Wells,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun City Girls,
Panda Bear,
The Modern Lovers,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.