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 Lesotho and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Black Sheep to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Suicide,
Bobby Womack,
Barrington Levy,
a-ha,
Tommy Roe,
The Barracudas,
Cluster,
Swans,
Johnny Clarke,
New York Dolls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Todd Terry,
Parry Music,
Eric Dolphy,
Soulsonic Force,
Banda Bassotti,
Lakeside,
Sixth Finger,
Nico,
Dorothy Ashby,
Anthony Braxton,
The Birthday Party,
Thee Headcoats,
The Shadows of Knight,
Khruangbin,
Matthew Bourne,
Laurel Aitken,
Faraquet,
Slick Rick,
The Busters,
The Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sound Behaviour,
Silicon Teens,
Mark Hollis,
Jacob Miller,
Organ,
The Buckinghams,
David Axelrod,
Amon Düül,
Jerry's Kids,
Ohio Players,
Tears for Fears,
Kayak,
Frankie Knuckles,
Con Funk Shun,
Warren Ellis,
Mandrill,
T.S.O.L.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Danielle Patucci,
Blake Baxter,
Lee Hazlewood,
KRS-One,
Eve St. Jones,
Iggy Pop,
cv313,
The Golliwogs,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.