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 Australia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the jazz 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Lakeside,
Brand Nubian,
Pere Ubu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Babytalk,
Nirvana,
JFA,
Cluster,
Desert Stars,
The Smiths,
MDC,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dark Day,
Icehouse,
Hasil Adkins,
Henry Cow,
Siglo XX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tommy Roe,
Johnny Clarke,
Patti Smith,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Pus,
Stetsasonic,
Visage,
The Grass Roots,
The Doobie Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Pussy Galore,
Bad Manners,
Bang On A Can,
Neu!,
The Sound,
Echospace,
The Techniques,
Ornette Coleman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quadrant,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Walker Brothers,
Quando Quango,
Arcadia,
Banda Bassotti,
John Holt,
Carl Craig,
Marmalade,
Susan Cadogan,
Ponytail,
Scan 7,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dennis Brown,
the Sonics,
Circle Jerks,
Interpol,
Loose Ends,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.