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 Guinea and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Tremeloes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Wyatt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nils Olav,
Funky Four + One,
Deakin,
Delta 5,
New Order,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marine Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Guru Guru,
Lungfish,
The Birthday Party,
Pulsallama,
Judy Mowatt,
Outsiders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bush Tetras,
KRS-One,
Swell Maps,
Chrome,
Sällskapet,
Pylon,
The Golliwogs,
Graham Central Station,
Negative Approach,
The Gun Club,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faraquet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harry Pussy,
The Dirtbombs,
The Names,
Anthony Braxton,
Silicon Teens,
the Human League,
Delon & Dalcan,
Make Up,
June of 44,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barry Ungar,
Josef K,
Minutemen,
The Litter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Soft Cell,
Reagan Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
Banda Bassotti,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Lydon,
The Young Rascals,
Maleditus Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Al Stewart,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nick Fraelich,
World's Most,
Ronan,
The Skatalites,
Main Source,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.