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 Nauru and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Crooked Eye to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Q65,
Lightning Bolt,
Wolf Eyes,
OOIOO,
China Crisis,
Stetsasonic,
Mark Hollis,
The Dead C,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Average White Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Green,
the Association,
the Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Misunderstood,
The Buckinghams,
The Evens,
LL Cool J,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Beau Brummels,
Aaron Thompson,
Interpol,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
The Residents,
the Slits,
A Flock of Seagulls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bob Dylan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott Heron,
Depeche Mode,
X-Ray Spex,
H. Thieme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bronski Beat,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-101,
B.T. Express,
The Dirtbombs,
Icehouse,
The Sonics,
Pantaleimon,
MDC,
Black Moon,
Theoretical Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Yaz,
Rod Modell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Siglo XX,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Unwound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.