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 Mali and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Arcadia to the grunge 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Joey Negro,
the Slits,
Lucky Dragons,
The Knickerbockers,
Altered Images,
Fat Boys,
Sun Ra,
Malaria!,
Vainqueur,
E-Dancer,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Half Japanese,
The Standells,
Anakelly,
Scott Walker,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ornette Coleman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Zapp,
The Mojo Men,
Maurizio,
The Moody Blues,
Sonic Youth,
Wire,
Amon Düül,
Sparks,
Khruangbin,
Al Stewart,
The Sonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tommy Roe,
Sex Pistols,
World's Most,
Bill Wells,
Mark Hollis,
Monolake,
The Techniques,
Eurythmics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pylon,
Jacques Brel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cramps,
This Heat,
The Neon Judgement,
OOIOO,
Darondo,
Au Pairs,
Little Man,
The Electric Prunes,
Desert Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Holt,
Skaos,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultravox,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.