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 Ireland 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Holger Czukay 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 Television to the grime 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Organ,
Nico,
the Germs,
Joensuu 1685,
The Walker Brothers,
Wings,
Bluetip,
Kaleidoscope,
The Blackbyrds,
DJ Style,
The Barracudas,
Metal Thangz,
Fat Boys,
Radiohead,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Little Man,
Cecil Taylor,
Patti Smith,
Marine Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
L. Decosne,
Quadrant,
Derrick Morgan,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Knickerbockers,
Scratch Acid,
Boz Scaggs,
Pole,
Eurythmics,
T.S.O.L.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The United States of America,
Nick Fraelich,
Rites of Spring,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fall,
Godley & Creme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barbara Tucker,
Junior Murvin,
Interpol,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Donald Byrd,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Grauzone,
Cymande,
Soft Machine,
Alphaville,
Intrusion,
D'Angelo,
The Modern Lovers,
The Saints,
Mo-Dettes,
Loose Ends,
the Slits,
Basic Channel,
The Neon Judgement,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tomorrow,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.