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 Uruguay and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sonics to the techno 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Mission of Burma,
Skriet,
Surgeon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harmonia,
Niagra,
Schoolly D,
Cheater Slicks,
Monks,
Second Layer,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tommy Roe,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fugs,
Connie Case,
The Dead C,
Dave Gahan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Colin Newman,
Ituana,
Lungfish,
CMW,
Sister Nancy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Knickerbockers,
Main Source,
The Last Poets,
The Human League,
Junior Murvin,
Sixth Finger,
David Bowie,
Moby Grape,
Wings,
Terry Callier,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Remains,
Chrome,
The Gun Club,
Soul II Soul,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare,
Drive Like Jehu,
Throbbing Gristle,
The J.B.'s,
The Martian,
The Count Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Donny Hathaway,
Cameo,
Sparks,
Blossom Toes,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.