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 Luxembourg 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Harmonia to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
K-Klass,
Swans,
Monolake,
Sarah Menescal,
New York Dolls,
Janne Schatter,
These Immortal Souls,
Bob Dylan,
The Divine Comedy,
Banda Bassotti,
Hoover,
Grey Daturas,
The Modern Lovers,
Yusef Lateef,
Subhumans,
Scan 7,
Sex Pistols,
Ohio Players,
Wasted Youth,
John Coltrane,
Clear Light,
Skaos,
Anakelly,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
This Heat,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Tremeloes,
MC5,
Little Man,
L. Decosne,
Warren Ellis,
the Sonics,
The Mummies,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hashim,
CMW,
Sonic Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dead Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Trojans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jacob Miller,
Japan,
Flipper,
KRS-One,
China Crisis,
Eli Mardock,
Technova,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Smoke,
the Slits,
June Days,
Groovy Waters,
Faust,
Moby Grape,
Soulsonic Force,
Curtis Mayfield,
Donald Byrd,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.