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 St Lucia 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Schoolly D to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Harpers Bizarre,
Swans,
Sonic Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Can,
Bob Dylan,
The Modern Lovers,
Icehouse,
Camberwell Now,
Dead Boys,
Terry Callier,
Main Source,
Crime,
Pole,
Darondo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amon Düül II,
MDC,
Underground Resistance,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Smiths,
Wire,
Technova,
Sun Ra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Toasters,
Blossom Toes,
The Grass Roots,
The Motions,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fuzztones,
Idris Muhammad,
Vladislav Delay,
Flash Fearless,
Pet Shop Boys,
Shoche,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mandrill,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Con Funk Shun,
the Soft Cell,
The Barracudas,
Desert Stars,
Rakim,
Angry Samoans,
Mark Hollis,
Q and Not U,
Joyce Sims,
Depeche Mode,
Reagan Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
CMW,
Faraquet,
LL Cool J,
The Seeds,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.