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 Indonesia and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
The Star Department,
L. Decosne,
Rod Modell,
a-ha,
Au Pairs,
Pere Ubu,
Camouflage,
World's Most,
Eric Dolphy,
Angry Samoans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Move,
Prince Buster,
Marshall Jefferson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
48th St. Collective,
Idris Muhammad,
Freddie Wadling,
Kayak,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Desert Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Masters at Work,
The Residents,
E-Dancer,
Henry Cow,
Con Funk Shun,
PIL,
Roxy Music,
Sunsets and Hearts,
T. Rex,
Faust,
Don Cherry,
The Vogues,
Faraquet,
Mars,
Harry Pussy,
the Normal,
U.S. Maple,
John Cale,
The Barracudas,
Alton Ellis,
June Days,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ohio Players,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Darondo,
Gang Green,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terry Callier,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moss Icon,
Scientists,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sixth Finger,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.