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 Syria and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 X-Ray Spex to the rap 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
The Evens,
Faust,
The Busters,
Cameo,
Kayak,
Alphaville,
Dave Gahan,
Lakeside,
Japan,
China Crisis,
Panda Bear,
Lalann,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Josef K,
FM Einheit,
Eric Copeland,
Mantronix,
JFA,
Whodini,
Moebius,
Deepchord,
Glenn Branca,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eli Mardock,
Scion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Misunderstood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cybotron,
Suicide,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
James White and The Blacks,
The Saints,
Index,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Green,
The Tremeloes,
Adolescents,
Bobby Womack,
the Normal,
Wolf Eyes,
Supertramp,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Ossler,
Au Pairs,
Joe Smooth,
Dual Sessions,
The Neon Judgement,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Slits,
Juan Atkins,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mummies,
Bang On A Can,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.