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 Suriname and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
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 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 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 Laurel Aitken to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skaos,
June Days,
John Foxx,
The Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kayak,
Moss Icon,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Velvet Underground,
the Germs,
Agent Orange,
Eurythmics,
Zapp,
Warsaw,
Y Pants,
The Cure,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Womack,
John Holt,
48th St. Collective,
The Vogues,
The Trojans,
Swans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Goldenarms,
Groovy Waters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grauzone,
EPMD,
The Gun Club,
Popol Vuh,
The Fuzztones,
Kaleidoscope,
Sixth Finger,
Unrelated Segments,
H. Thieme,
Absolute Body Control,
Nas,
Roxette,
Radio Birdman,
Kerri Chandler,
Icehouse,
a-ha,
Jawbox,
Magazine,
The Fugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ituana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Model 500,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Wyatt,
Stereo Dub,
The Move,
Black Sheep,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Slick Rick,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.