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 Zambia and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Golliwogs to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David Axelrod,
Gang Starr,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Janne Schatter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Darondo,
Amon Düül II,
Dave Gahan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Underground Resistance,
Arcadia,
Ituana,
New York Dolls,
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker,
Nik Kershaw,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
UT,
Qualms,
Marine Girls,
Severed Heads,
10cc,
Stereo Dub,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Slits,
Angry Samoans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Royal Trux,
Bizarre Inc.,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Seeds,
JFA,
Index,
Bush Tetras,
Dawn Penn,
These Immortal Souls,
Gabor Szabo,
Infiniti,
Nick Fraelich,
DJ Sneak,
The Five Americans,
Tommy Roe,
Hasil Adkins,
Suicide,
New Order,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Animal Collective,
Boredoms,
The Smiths,
FM Einheit,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Smog,
Rhythm & Sound,
Prince Buster,
Fugazi,
Public Image Ltd.,
MDC,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cramps,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.