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 Panama and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 48th St. Collective to the rock 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Zapp,
Bad Manners,
Sugar Minott,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Womack,
Ituana,
The Standells,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
Rekid,
Donald Byrd,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fire Engines,
Junior Murvin,
Newcleus,
Aswad,
Bush Tetras,
T.S.O.L.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Angry Samoans,
Q and Not U,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gap Band,
Talk Talk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Groovy Waters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radiohead,
The Real Kids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Funkadelic,
June Days,
Ultravox,
Roxette,
Lakeside,
Thompson Twins,
This Heat,
Blake Baxter,
Absolute Body Control,
The Remains,
Oblivians,
Graham Central Station,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brick,
David Bowie,
Swans,
the Normal,
Anakelly,
Radio Birdman,
The Martian,
Buzzcocks,
F. McDonald,
Moebius,
K-Klass,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flipper,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Hood,
New Age Steppers,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.